Longing to Be Lost in Paradise 


Like a blind salamander, I have 

spent a lifetime feeling my way along 

damp cave walls, and stepping 

on and over stalagmites, 

as if I had even an inkling 

where I was going. 


Now though, coming and going 

has merged into one,

and defining distance, 

trajectory and plotting 

a soft landing, is 

unnecessary. 


What remains is this 

fervent quest to once again 

discover the doorway 

that opens in and out, 

an homage to free will,

as if that alone would be 


sufficient to quench this 

longing to be lost,

 ever lost, in paradise.



©Paul Goldman July 31, 2022

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