This jogging on the spot effect
concerns me more; perplexity
weighed less before today –
in rational sense I’m making no
headway at all. Gains were once
reward for effort made to stay in
place and counter stress of not
knowing where I should be going.
Was I sure I would vacate this
spot I’ve worn; it is a groove that
fits me sweetly as a glove and dear
a heart as any born – yet I fear
discrepancies between the where
I am and where I ought to be.
© 23 June 2009, I. D. Carswell
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