Chasing

 

(Behind me – getting closer)

can’t look back....

Faster... closer.

Faster, faster, faster…

 

Still a step behind

breathing loudly

big... expanding... faster…

 

Faster, I have to find a way.

Push myself...

Faster, closer

Closer than close

Stretch away from it... somehow

Faster, faster…

 

***

 

Whether this nightmare lasted weeks,

months or years is lost with time,

       like a rock that skittles off a

mountain trail

                                clattering into silence…

But it was my own private Groundhog Day.

 

***

 

Just before I put everything

                                                         into a backpack

         and headed west,

                           never to return…

 

I stopped

                                    and turned around

                                      to watch it

 

                                                                                 evaporated into nothingness.