Hand to hold
At the denouement
We peer from our high bluff
Looking back
Upon all we bore
The deep black nights
And bleary red mornings
Seeing in this moment how the p a t i e n c e
The crazed commitment
With no certain hope of reward
Somehow
Miraculously
Paid off
Knowing that
Though we were insane to believe
In the h a n d we held
The universe saw our insanity
And raised the ante
And on a
bluff
We snatched the pot.
Words are my own.
©2017