Chasing Contentment
You elusive thing, you
essential element of the ordered soul,
paragon of the unhindered life—
You are sedentary, yet I must chase you;
selfless, yet you give of yourself only with struggle
with hard struggle
and so quiet I must drown the world’s enfolding noise
to hear you whisper ancient wisdom.
Your modest presence adheres to no trends
and seeks no compensation from your followers.
You could never turn a profit
in these days of endless want.
Would that I could slow
my chase enough
to find you.
Annelise St. Clair is a writer and higher education program manager in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Her poetry has previously appeared in The Harvard Ichthus.
