It’s a crushing and a consuming
that swallows me in its path,
rolling and roiling its path from yesterday’s nest
to the unknown adventure of tomorrow.
I am tossed. I am torn before the torrent,
familar though it is,
this dance with Duty,
as She always finds me,
She knows where I play in my dreams,
and She knows that name for me
that forces action and motion and thought and pushingrunningjumpingdancing.
I can smell today around me,
carrion afield buzzing and crawling
as I build a bridge for those who will follow after.
None of this is for me anymore.
“Life is hard. You have to change.”