ponderings

What is the nature of wanting?

Of contentment?

How can those slippery not-quite things

be found?

be sated?

be kept?

be held on to?

–Charla M. DelaCuadra

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about disquiet, and about contentment and happiness.  As we step forward into the week, here is a poem I wrote some time ago, compact in size but broad in scope.  Some thoughts to ponder.