Mot Juste
How long to find the right word,
Or invent a new one?
Life lived is a poem.
An evolution, a becoming, existence,
Whatever.
Patterns & forms constrain and define,
But also create.
The right word? Left…
A while ago.
Off on the open road,
Past fencerows, fields and factories.
Trestles and turnpikes.
Mountain passes and deep, low valleys.
Across the Mississippi, Missouri, Columbia.
To a rain-soaked shore,
An explosion of life and green.
But still looking…
Walking along shorelines encrusted
With lichens, limpets, barnacles and broom.
Through forests of giant,
Moss-covered firs and cedars.
And still looking for…
The right word.
