Elusive

Elusive

It is hard as hell to hook the elusive;

You don’t ask a trout to explain fresh water,

Or Forrest Gump to explain his innocence,

Or a mother to unpack loving kindness;

Or a nurse to say why she holds the chill hand

of a soldier whose nightmares deny him sleep;

Or a nun to justify her solitude;

Because he grieves for lost innocence,

Hamlet babbles words that don’t measure up;

A fish flips from the boat into the river;

When we lose what is intrinsically good,
We realise how life-sustaining it was.