We are gold-panners of everyday

 

We are gold-panners of everyday,

Knowingly, unknowingly,

Panning the dirt and dust

That comes our weary way

 

To sieve molecules of gold

Tiny bits of treasure hid

In every day’s words, thoughts, and acts,

That can neither be bought or sold

 

But only found when you wait,

And face every single mountain’s day

With the resignation of a miner

Working hard, but leaving it to fate

 

To sometimes show her largesse

Offering a sliver here, a nugget there

Or a large seam when the stars shine bright –

Sometimes more, sometimes less

 

Then, there are days when we sift

Through rubbles of endless grime

To find nothing but sweat on our sinews

Dreams that continue to drift

 

But that is the test of the Gods we fail,

Testing our tolerance

The strength of the sailor’s ship

How far can it go in fog and gale

 

That we keep panning every day

Meet other miner souls, their maps

To find one day what’s meant for us

Gold upon our weary way…

 

4^th March, 2023