The Race to Retrogression

Worry, riding on her shoulder
like an unrelenting jockey,
cracks the whip and digs his stirrups
in her neck.  The pain is pounding
louder than the thundering hoofbeats,
whooshing through her veins and muscles,
pushing through the cloud of logic —
destination undetermined.

Blinders taut, she’s hearing only
“Faster, faster!  Harder, harder!”
Clamoring for front and center,
pressing for the winner’s circle,
Ego’s bellows drown Discernment.
Past Oblivion and farther,
getting there before Contentment
catches up is all that matters.



2012 Mary Boren
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