My momentum is blocked by too much opportunity; By my love of distractions And willingness to lounge about on a pretty detour. There are so many lines on my map That I cannot clearly see the way to our destination. When I share the vision people briefly glimpse the peak: It is majestic, snowy-capped and tall. Come climb with me, I ask, And they come trusting me. We enjoy the foothills And the sense of closing the big target. But at other times we are less certain: It is night and we have no torch to see the page. Are we really going? Yes, I say. Yes. In part because in thinking of the prize I have already spent it: And that’s OK. Dubrovnik, September 2014