15 November 2014

Elusive Hummingbird

From far away I hear his breathing
He must be running
I say to him

Unlace your racing shoes
Remove them
And peel off your socks blood and sweat

I picture a stretch of
Long extensors and a venous arch
Prominently defined from the revolt
And at each ankle hinge an old wound
A round scar the colour of rust

We’ve all been crucified one way or another
In our fashion we react —
You run 

Then you slow down and wink
You bestow upon me the punishment of Tantalus
A fact you’ll deny and sweet your denial
You say take fruit, take drink, reach

My muscles never did reach
No matter how near you were
I love you

Runner, elusive hummingbird
As you fly from the nectar of emotion
To the elixir of intellect
To the comfort of denial

Because listen: because
I don’t want to stop

Is that my cross to bear, is that so?