Rushing

Rushing so quickly I thought I saw

something I cannot now remember.

Something novel but I am not allowed

novelty. Only speed, which is why I

rush on. Stumbling, bumbling,

tumbling. Just pick myself back up

again and again. Because the great blue

ahead is much more important than

The Now. And as the sky opens

to welcome me, and I look back

at all the things I missed.