the race

I raced toward an unknown joy,
when I  was young and impatient of heart
I  ran toward being and beauty everlasting

when I was young, I shunned minutes
longed for hours or months
to disappear, those endless spaces

between myself and longing
once, I thought I'd found the end of things
my hours full of your scent and touch

where did I arrive at last?
my breath gasping empty days
my hands hold only silence

all there ever was to win
I had when I was ten
alone on the sea's edge
cantering through pale green waves

© 1993 J.L.Stanley