I
the pressure to perform
in perpetual motion
be a shark be a lion, ROAR
along those lines allowed
I learned this was the Way;
naught for trying as a babe
in the woods I have teetered
concrete or bramble both paths trudged
but the shiny always beckoned
in the peripheral flittering
‘come sit, come sit and calm’
it cooed, ‘look to your own self’
II
the walkabout unsteady on
pavement leaning, gray-grey
are the cracks and protrusions
reaching for walls and sign posts
stopping for cars, head on a swivel
Hope keeps dangling thing 1 thing 2
as she always has as she always will
will, willingly would won’t, all the Ws
will I make it to you before you go?
and will you know me?
