That Which is Always Missing

Have you searched?
Have you peered through the mist and through the water;
sifted through the soil and the sand;
dredged the muddy lakes and crystal pools;
scaled the mountains and plunged wide-eyed into the churning maw of the sea

Always, always, taunted by a suspicion;
tickled by a recognition
that what you yearn for floats lightly, expectantly on your palm, if only you had the courage to hold it?