If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, and wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
Always the first to push off from the light
The fastest car, the quickest start
I see them in my rear-view.
I see you
so what is there to rush off to?
what is so important
that I have to be the first one
why do I have to make sure you are behind me?
why do I have to go first?
must get there.
what is so important?
the moon hangs heavy in the sky tonight
she hangs low
a half moon, like a milky breast
so big, grazing the horizon
tempting, teasing, calling my attention.
against my better judgment
my eyes flick to her
the heavy, half bust in the sky
over and over again.
as the car pulses onward
every time faster than all of the
rest of you
i steal endless glances
of the moon
calling me to her.
urging me to go faster.
challenging me to get to her first.
instead of watching the things
i should be watching
instead of keeping my eyes on
what is most important
i am making sure I rush onward
i have to get there fast
get my prize.
that is what I’m doing, right?
rushing forward because I have something to gain.
the truth is that
i am fleeing what lies behind.
the moon is just my scapegoat.
an easy target.
a pleasant distraction.