First Time, Last Moment

This moment is a rout
and will leave you standing
at the goalposts
declaring total surrender,
obvious defeat in the face
of perpetual victory,
the root of One
to whom every route
returns, right on time.

Fear is the heart of hope
until you find there is nothing
to miss, no-one to miss it:
just a tattered prayer flag
washed white by endless wind,
not a single word left showing.



A hundred lifetimes
Of surrender, just
To smell victory