Catching Up
I painted the sky that was out of my reach
I wrote the words that could not support the heart
I loved so painfully and could not fill love
I am hungry and cannot be sated
So, perhaps, that is not hunger at all
But something else dressed in hunger
an old trick, well worn
like ruts on the backroads in Spring
you yank the wheel and the ruts yank back
So, perhaps, it’s not hunger at all
I can’t catch up to the painted sky
and the heart and love
I can’t get there
but it’s the joy of my life to try
It’s the joy of my life to try.
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