My Ride

Poem

A new day broke off yesterday,
to get transformed,
to move away,
to go astray,
to slide adrift
along a strident Doppler shift.

It bested me
and sped ahead.

I was too slow for it to wait.

It didn’t know it was my ride,
or felt my spurs
dig in its side,
it missed my soft voice
in its head,
it didn’t notice that I led.

It ran its course
and fizzled out
and a new day came from behind
which overtook it while it laughed
and left it choking
on its dust,
and I jumped on the better steer.

Yesterday’s gone

but I’m still here.

Reviews

[jennifer little]

nice write keep up the good work . love the poem