it's hard to look back
hard to make out in the distance
what it is I run from.
Time's not made this
flight any easier
Sometimes I look up and
see it's closing in on me-
its shadow darkening
the path before me.
Other times, I think
I've outrun it.
So, I pause to catch my breath
Because running like
this is hard work.
But no sooner than I
sink comfortablely into
the restless serenity of
my circumstance,
I feel the warm, accepting
grasp of it powerful hands.
At times, I'm so tempted
to give up this chase
to give in and just let
it devour me.
But something deep inside
resists that tempatation.
You may think it's better
that I stop running.
It would seem life could
only improve that way.
But you see, I lack such logic.
I only know I couldn't
bear the pain of relief.
It's funny how I run the fastest
from what I seek most desperately.
March 18, 1998
