the chase
“It’s not a race!”
I shout.
The rest are already
half their size.
”guys, wait!”
I try
to catch up.
My chest is begging.
As the last
one turns the last
corner,
I am alone.
’maybe we should turn back’
one inner voice,
’I can see us finishing!’
another.
With a belly breath in
I open my neck.
I watch the steam
engine transcend the open sky.
And so, the inner chase begins.