Starting

Starting to show
Rain and light snow.
Way that things go,
I know what I know.

What if then, when
They see me again,
We can’t pretend
A rooster’s a hen.

Bright shiny North,
After what I’ve put forth.
What all was it worth?
My shadow on earth.

Walk down to the bay.
Every judgement day
As they do have a way
That makes trouble ok.

On wobbly two feet,
I stumble the street.
Trying humbly, discrete,
While I just can’t compete.

Wringing my hands.
Living up to demands.
For that which it stands,
Time falling in sand.

Right here in the sun,
What have I done?
The race that I run
Has always begun.


6/23/21