in my shoes

traveling at a space and place

that circles and leaves distance and chance

and enter every wheel as if no turn

can be left or traced and yet never

see the on coming traffic of life as it

comes at me like a deer in the night

and the glide and stride is at the light

will i ever mention the fright that pours

upon my eyes? cover me and shadow me and

yet no need to linger or pity the secure heart

and motion to all the things that fell apart

and like a river that floods into overflow

where shall i go?