DANBOY

DANBOY

Oh how deeply
I regret my impatience!

finding it hard
waiting here for centuries
for a poem
that will
not come

how much better
it would have been
to be
exactly like
my dear friend
Danboy
       (or brother, or
brother’s keeper
or
   something)

who moves with
such lightning speed
hesitating
    for nothing

so fast he moves
between the moments
attains a speed
    that cannot be
seen
   by God.