Poemdog

Dogs 2019

PACE OF IMPORT
(2/20/19)


running

gunning

I rush
about
as if I have
some critical
function
to perform

99.99%
of the time
I do not

still
I feel the
need
to speed
from station
to station

I have
things
to do

places
to be

if only
to turn around
to chase
the next
thing

the next
place

we are all
understandably
selfish
with our time

dying
a little
every day
as we are

but I
am hardly
ever
too busy

too late

that I
must push
my way
over

around

through
the next
person

to make
my
destination

but still
I do

"sorry"

"excuse me"

"do you
mind?"

is the
best
that I can
manage

I hope
that they
will understand

that they
will forgive

becasue
the mania
of motion
consumes me
while in
public

my solitude
demands
that I
hurry