The clock hands keep tick-tick-ticking on, and — as always — I struggle to remain on time.
You love me despite / My shortcomings, although / Failure brings me down.
I surf the asphalt and concrete waves, the rubber wheels gliding ever so effortlessly over the pavement.
Evening falls, and the only sounds filling the air are the jingle of my dog’s harness and leash and my soles’ thump-thump-thump against the smooth sidewalk.
Atop / The heap, I stake / My claim: I’ve earned the right / To assert my power, proclaim / It’s mine.
As soon as I cross the Carquinez Bridge, I feel it.
I spy you, friend, across the way: / Your face suggests compassion, / Lips that seem naught to betray / My secrets in any fashion.
From here, everything / Resembles scurrying ants; / I’m invincible.
I stand at the precipice of something great — I can feel it in my core…
I’m scared. And sad. For the world and for society and for humankind.