Dash

Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky

The Mag #300

"Time and the hour run through the roughest day."

~William Shakespeare

This one is for you Berowne.  You will be missed by many indeed. :-(

Sometimes it feels as if all I have done is make a mad dash through my life.  As if I am in a race against time, I storm through a situation and place, and I am fast.  Swift like a cheetah on the pursuit of another meal.  You could call it, the big hunt for fulfillment, and you could call me "Flash", cause that is all you will see of me even if you are dear to my heart.  I am being brutally honest here.  Cannot sugar coat in the rain unless you want an even bigger mess.  The new year is upon us, and my hope for myself is to be more available to those I love.

The time in between the years

the dash on the marble stone

I guess I have taken it literally

I dash from here to there

across puddles in my path

from my car into the store

and back again

one job to the next

a never ending relay race

that only I run

and the winner is:

drum roll please....

NO ONE.