The further we go

The further we go

The more we see

Sometimes?

What was invisible

or just barely sensed up close

Seems clearer

Or?

Transforms often into something else

Something harder or softer

Than we ever could have imagined

With our limited knowing

And then,

sometimes

we just sense

what is right

We reach out and touch

And what is held doesn’t evade

Or fall from our grasp

It lives up to its promise

Rather than shattering our heart

Into a million pieces

(Like before)

But we still

Can never be sure

If what we hope to gain further along the path

Is what was meant for us

Or not meant to be