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Questless?

by Glenn Currier

Alone in the desert
in a tattered airline seat
he sits looking out
of a window not there.
Remembering clouds below
from previous flights.

What growth now?
Fallow forever
trapped in a cell of discarded stonework?
He feels lost. Confused.

No more children to wrestle
on the family floor
or grand children to coochie coo.
No quotas to keep
or products to promote.

Only the innerworks
he imagines as rusty gears and spans
immobile
from little movement.
Unoiled by clamoring crowds.

Is there still a quest
that makes him eager to rise
on cold mornings?

Or is he questless?

10/30/2011

Posted on 10/30/2011
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/30/11 at 06:35 PM

It's because the new quest is being handed to us on different frequencies than we were used to; as if you were looking for coats and hats on the level that is showcasing dinnerware. But when you find it, you'll know! It has your signature all over it! :)) I really enjoyed what this poem evoked in me. Lovely and thought worthy!! Thank you!

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/30/11 at 07:57 PM

...after i read this i immediately scavenged my room, one of my pomes had been stolen! Glenn, i thought i shourd have written this, not you...now you get the glory and i, well, let's just say: still short, eh? i love this work...man, what it says and how you say it is superb.

Posted by George Hoerner on 10/30/11 at 08:35 PM

Really a great write Glenn. As long as your mind functions I doubt you or anyone will ever be questless. Very enjoyable read.

Posted by Lori Blair on 10/31/11 at 08:12 PM

This reaches me on several different levels..I think our whole lives are various quests and as long as we exist regardless of age new quests continue to be within our hearts! Brilliant work!

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