Leaping are our hearts, as the race begins.
This moment has been itching at my heels for a decade, how much longer would I have waited?
Time is the natural equalizer–raising me to be brave and strong enough to race.
Weathered are my opposition, the time I took did that to them.
Waited, they have, to lap me and to break my crown.
Their hate spreads like fire on dead brush, touching my people, and replacing pride with disgust.
I see it in their gate, their art, and most of all their progeny.
No longer am I their Queen.
I grabbed the usual sun chips and power-aid and went to meet my new admirer. His beard was as patch ridden as his coat, and to put it simply he “belonged” with the rest of the place. I must have been staring with some intent, because he gave me the full up down and made a distinct pop noise with his lips. Since confrontation is my lifeblood– I was mentally gearing up for a small victory. Before I could speak the sky opened up with a resonating crack, sending the hair on the back of my neck up and a tremor down my spine. I clutched my drink a little too tightly and the plastic label came unglued. It looked like I stepped into a crime scene–the sports drink ran a cross the tile. I stepped over the mess and laid down a ten dollar bill. A barely audible sorry to the cashier left my mouth as I hustled for the exit.
I grabbed the usual sun chips and power-aid and went to meet my new admirer. His beard was as patch ridden as his coat, and surmise to say he fit his surroundings. He gave me the full up down and made a distinct pop noise with his thin lips. Since confrontation is my lifeblood. I was gearing up for a small victory when the sky opened up with a thunderous crack, sending the hair on my neck up. I steadied, paid the surly cashier and hustled to my car.
Closer than the tide and to the shore,
then slowly we wore, each year a little more.
I can see your new height, risen above me,
the more I rinse away.
Sand and sea, we meet repeatedly,
and you take a little more of me.