Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Stephen Dobyns: Pursuit

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do

something else. In such a way do the days pass—

a blend of stock car racing and the never

ending building of a gothic cathedral.

Through the windows of my speeding car, I see

all that I love falling away: books unread,

jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?

What treasure do I expect in my future?

Rather it is the confusion of childhood

loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,

the failure chipping away at each success.

Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape

and so move forward, as someone in the woods

at night might hear the sound of approaching feet

and stop to listen; then, instead of silence,

he hears some creature trying to be silent.

What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly

down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;

the other ever closer, yet not really

hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.


 

Copyright 2018 Stephen Dobyns

First published in Cemetery Nights. Included in Vox Populi by permission of the author.

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This entry was posted on June 12, 2018 by in Opinion Leaders, Poetry and tagged , .
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