Chasing Dreams (for Jenna)
It is not
A race
It is not even
A marathon
It is more of a hike
Up a mountain
And sometimes you catch
A glimmer
Maybe a glistening
Across a lake
Jump in!
Swim!
And when you get there
The glimmer is gone
But you are breathing heavy
With the excitement
Of the chase
And look back
At all the water you crossed!
Now you see it, again —
A glistening
On a snowy peak
Put on those boots
And stride on, and up
The next dream
Is waiting…
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