Chasing places
that move in my imagination
catch a plane
before they’re gone.
Chasing people
identities inside of me
who conceive a visit
before they’re gone.
Chasing time
like my old dog runs
wobbly enthusiasm
inconsistent, then gone.
PS: Olieo is fine. Just 15 years old and wobbly this evening.
Happy Samhain to all who celebrate!
What do you think?