sometimes you have a run of luck –
what we call luck, anyway.
the universe smiles and shines
a spotlight on you
and a wonderful thing happen
you are gifted with something looked for,
prayed for, wished for, worked for.
you are blessed with confidence,
buoyed by success, enriched by a gift
or warmed by love
then there are times
the universe leads you to a tree and
you look up and see that perfect apple,
that luscious fruit you’ve been longing for
but it hangs inches away from your grasp
your arms are just that much shy
from being able to pluck it.
there’s no springboard, no ladder,
no one to lift you and nothing you can stand on
to claim that prize
best not to linger and look too long
or you’ll find yourself hemmed in
by a circle of thickets,
sprung up while you were dreaming,
frozen forever in the vise of hopeless yearning
it’s the cruelest of jokes,
the torture of the unfulfilled,
when that which we desire most
sits before us,
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The pain of the unfulfillable.