Wondering how to undo wrongs

Committed, instead I fall

Back in dozy slumber.

Here are no just deserts:

Some just lead

Happy lives longer.

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I chase along the dusty road.

Between rows of trees arching

Shade I fling myself in pursuit

Until, at last, I stagger to breathless

Halt, veering headlong through the

Encroaching leaves on branches leaning

In, softly stinging.

I look ahead to see

A bird shoot up

In startled fright from the foliage

Into sunlight winging.

 

So forward not back I swerve

To learn to walk the curving

Road before me and lead

A happy life

Longer than I deserve.

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Veer published in Foliate Oak Literary Journal, December 2011

(and the 2011 print edition of Foliate Oak)