The Great Reward

Survival’s a quest

With no grail, clichéd

As an amulet

Inscribed solemnly,

Archly, The journey

Is the reward. Pal,

That’s another way

Of telling you not

To expect a lot.

You’ll have your mornings

Dead set on wringing

Savor from all hours,

And you’ll have your days

When you realize

You can’t remember

How you spent your hours.

It doesn’t matter.

The journey isn’t

The reward. Moments

You didn’t create

By meditation

Or achievement that

Echo each other

Such that you recall

The feeling of them

As being content

With their contentment

Are the reward. You

Weren’t surviving them,

You were just being

And you knew it, and

And knowing just then

You knew was enough.