Fickle is the Heart of the Moon

in this cozy bedroom, humidified in memories,
changing directions without knowing why. And
in the absence of accompaniment, wants,
and in the midst of company seeks absence.

And justifies indecision easily, too easily, for
relationships take work, except when they’re easy,
and life’s difficulties are the most rewarding, except
when they’re not, and it’s not the end but the process

that’s enjoyable but so is the end, and of course
the smell of the chase, the taste of the chase, the thrill
of the chase that always drives in circles, that always
leaves you unsatisfied (whereas satisfaction also

leaves you unsatisfied) and so the answer still lies
in the question (or does it?).