I’m thinking.

I remember.
That I used to
think I’d fallen
behind. Like
the tortoise.
Everyone else
was the hare.
And I remember.
I used to stumble.
Like a drunkard.
Feet entangled
in themselves.
And all the world
was a daze.
Spinning around
in dizzying manner.
And I remember.
These things will
pass. Some slower
than I’d otherwise
wish. But they
will pass. And I
remember. I owe
you a white summer
daisy from the field
in the park where
we used to spend
so much time.

I’m done thinking.

© 11 March 2008


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