What is the script of my life?
All this scurrying -
A race on the bike
Jumping into the river
Driving to work, home from the workout.
Across the parking lot to the bakery,
The crazed spirograph around the kitchen island
Perpetrating my favorite alchemy.
Like the pen across the page
What mad poem am I scrawling across the face
Of the years?
This cannot be the dream I set out to write.