Thursday, April 28, 2022

Grail, Terzata #44

I have searched the homely grail

At work, on the summit of Pike’s Peak,

And in the bills and ads in the mail.


I can only guess at what I seek,

Except that it is lovely and wild.

(Oh, if only I could steal a peek.)


I’ve searched since I was a child,

Less curious than hungry, grasping,

Nothing inside me calm or mild.


The wanting is the asp’s sting,

A surrender to the jailor’s flail.

I cling to the preying roc’s wing,

Without knowing how to fail.