On chasing

I chase peace

I want to follow it

to the great lake of words

I will sit by its edge

I will plunge my arms, elbows deep

in its clear waters

I will sift for words, fish them out

Hang on as they try to slip free

Words that have too much substance for my hands to hold

I will place them together

watch as meaning upon meaning unfolds

I will be caught breathless by the beauty of my own creation

I will sit back in wonder, my place among the Gods claimed

I chase peace

That lochness monster

that big foot

I know, I know it exists

I have seen glimpses of it

Reflections in lakes and footsteps in snow

Gone as soon as I turn my head for a closer look

Water rippling, reflecting mellow afternoon light

Mischievously gurgling forward,

Reclaiming the secret I seek

I chase peace because I only exist while I chase

and it is the holiest of grails