I Rush My Life, Hoping To Arrive There First Ahead Of You. Poem by RIC BASTASA

on the 28th we leave
for new york passing hongkong

everything is arranged already
from shuttle to train to montreal then
back to boston passing
niagara to stay there for two nights

if we by chance shall meet i am bringing
Talan with me and perhaps you will like it.

perhaps on a thanksgiving you may share a slice
of turkey with me
a glass of red wine will do
for just a night at the patio of your house
overlooking a garden of daffodils

i know it is autumn and this world is
sadly colorful with some leaves about to fall

a hurricane may come, i know, the forecast is
surely devastating, an earthquake in mexico, flood
in California, and a kneeling athlete on the news,

i am a little disturbed, confused, and thus i travel.
if we do not meet, that is actually fine with me.

i rush my life, hoping to arrive there first ahead of you.