An Appeal

I Know

That the journey of my dream never quite abandons
deep hunger or thirst. That no oasis in the desert
can quench it, Not even the shade
can wrap its arms around. There’s too much emptiness.
There’s too much to need, crying to possess.
That the cerebral roadmap rises up through the distant
path that I long for, that I’m never too paralyzed
with fear to trek on: for the heart grows wearied
of wrestling with the moon. That the quest never ends,
each new step a journey, each voyage transcends,
each footstep carving new existence
from the earth’s fine loam. That the neurons fuse
together as a compass, plotting out the course
feeding my hunger.