Unbeknownst

Covenant

55 Covenant October, and the chrysanthemums are not without ambition. To bloom, if only for one week, is then the paramount ambition. Quickly he judged the levels above him and the relevant adjacencies. He’d not forget; he’d isolate that shape and name the fault ambition. Long before the marsh god was born, a place was determined. Where the tide drenched the shore, where the wind tore the tree, there crouched ambition. When we are young we reserve a space in the heart for the outside chance. When we are old, we drowse, then startle: white-out! Inviolate ambition! In an agreement between yourself and your desires, there is a future self the self moves toward. Even when the work is good, we can’t discount ambition. We hardly know what to do with the infant we adore. We can feed the child, but he will choose which to favor: compassion, love, doubt, ambition. Did you leave the worn corridors behind you, did you venture forth? Surprised to find yourself here, are you, so plain in your cloth ambition? ...