I’m like a bullet
Piercing the street
Parting the crowd
Mouthing obscenities to people who don’t move.
My mantra :“Start the day ten minutes late
And that lost time shadows you”
I don’t feel I am in my head
In my body, in this place.
I make promises with God
To get there on time.
Then the sun jingles an Autumn leaf
And cuts my eye with hope.