You

Feb 8th, 2010 | By Cheryl Smith | Category: Poetry and Inspiration

You

In my thrust I stumbled

I was ready at the gate

The whistle started blowing

Already I was late.

I ruffled and I gathered

my position from the start

But you had seen

the slip in me

and chose you did your part.

Now I am in a flush with heat

and you are on the top

Who knows what will when next we meet

this crazy ride might stop.

2008 c.smith