One-Man Race


Running a marathon against myself
with a few seconds to spare
to wave to passersby

Some, far ahead

Others sidelined
Spectators I once
confessed dreams to

Yet, the person I fear
is the helpless novice
at the start:
a crying voice
echoing faster
with the years


Carpe Diem

Self-doubt has kept me at a snail’s pace
And the summer heat croons sleep
Yet these legs have walked miles to and fro;
One day I will not be able to run
And all wishing will be in vain
Berating myself, I think
What stays my hand today
When the world, still unfurled
Blooms ripe for picking?