Breathless

I’ve run on ahead of where my

mind was, and am looking around now

at

 

You’ll know where you are when

you’ve been there, but until then

 

Standing still I can feel it all catching up –

or is it something new coming on?

 

Nothing, nothing, a deer’s eyes

emerge from the fog.

I did it my way

Which was dragging things

out to the bitter last moment,

watching possibilities fly

like cocks crowing

unhinged, remembering

Nietzsche said, The deed

is everything, and that

was in ’92 when I was

going to meet him in the ring

that very day!