Questing

 

Let’s admit: it sounds so romantic — questing.

Living with purpose, having a strict

inner code to see you through any test,

 

any hardship. Questing — your single goal

illuminates the darkness. You’ve been blessed

with everything you’ll ever need. Your whole

 

existence will be fulfilled with one flick

of a deer’s ear. Transcendence is your soul’s

reward — life blood. So what if you’re a tick?

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Dummerston, Vermont

November 2025

 

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