After recounting
all the loot in my
empty open fist,
that there's no
huge reward
in chasing after treasures
which we didn't
bury first. Though
of course, it's also
much riskier,
this dredging
up of our past's
cursed abundance,
it's the only
nest egg whose
provenance we can trust.
Yes, courage
comes quick
from the hits
and the fixes
and the tricks we
impetuously lift
off of others,
but courage
is still not the asset
we're after;
courage is only
the prick
we require
to dig deep
and far back
in our body
of debts,
and wonders,
and regrets—
until we
hit the chest.
