James A. Pearson

Writing is how I read the world.

The Longest Chase: A Caper

“Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had spent in doing it, and again, all was vanity and a chasing after the wind…”
-Solomon, King of Israel

I gave chase and chase
I followed it through the shedding trees of a brick campus
Into the dark closeness of Friday’s theater nights

I gave chase and chase
Across the yearly stage and bound it in a leather scroll
Sealed with the shake of a stranger’s hand

I gave chase and chase
Up endless falling stairs to the highest window in a gleaming tower
A dead end in the cornered office

I gave chase and chase
Finding its secret jet streams across the globe
Brushing it like the shoulders of 1,000 languages

I gave chase and chase
Straining to the thinnest peak where it bit me and fled
And I watched it cavort in valleys that it’s known for all time

Spinning the dust that used to be rock and bending giants
That it carried once as seeds
And confusing the few hairs of a grandfather whose grandfathers’
Ancestors gave chase like me

And the wind escaped again


  1. This is amazing. It speaks deeply to me in this season of my life. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Thanks brother. Glad you can relate :)

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