blossoms flutter on ancient tree,
still capable of bearing fruit
black bird fully formed, takes flight.
some paths more hazardous than others.
select a wrong one, and destination
grows farther with each wing beat.
each detour, each obstacle, an opportunity.
the Quest its own reward.
some words old, significance forgotten.
bits added to bits over spans of time
stories imperfectly recalled,
flawed language shaping narratives.
in the end, defining ourselves by tales told,
pictures hung on kitchen walls.
© 2024
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