A RUNWAY TOO SHORT
Finally,
I was able to say that I wanted to be a poet
even though I understood that I would be
trying to take off on a short runway.
The nightmares started immediately:
accelerating down that runway but never
fast enough to get airborne, while seeing
its end through the cockpit window.
I was a donkey with blinders just walking
ahead. There wasn’t time to learn new skills
only enough to improve what I already knew.