I run, pressing on, racing and pacing-
Stumbling, leaden-legged and breathless...

I never did meet you,
But pain is a common friend...

Speak with me, Friend;
Won\'t you please have a seat...

I'm writing you a letter now,
A testament, a confession note...

I know you do not understand.
I realize you are afraid...

Blunder after stumble,
Arguments and quarrels...

Open the door
Switch on the light...

River, River, reflecting light,
Show me your metaphors of bookish might...

Talked with you today,
Just chatting on awhile...

Catch, says Future,
And tosses me the World...

Gathering thoughts and writing again,
Hoping to drink the ink of my pen...

Travel-worn, weathered and weary
From my long journeys...