Dancing on moving ground

Politics is the art of the possible 
...they say
and religion is the field of the implausible
...I say
and music is the food of love
...the bard said
and poetry is saying one thing
while meaning another
...if it's worth the candle.

No search ever finds its object.
No ambition can be justified.
No mountain is scaled often enough.
No monument does justice to history.
No hope is ever satisfied.
No river is entered twice.
No love will not be tested.
No journey ever ends.

Terra firma is illusion;
and so is certainty and belief.
Bedrock shifts and quakes
while the wind howls 
and waves undermine
the shores of confidence.

Nothing lasts.
Yet, the poet dares
to speak a truth
that can't be spoke
and dances a jig
in a no-man's-land
between certainty and doubt.

Take off your shoes,
my poet friend
because the shifting ground 
on which you dance
is holy.