Hit and Run
When you think about it,
it goes way back--
this tempting sweet rejection
of regret, this ever-coveted
capacity to scream at circumstance,
"Oh no, it didn't happen.
I can outrun this now,
before it plants itself into reality."
...and then this devious marathon
has one more trick to play,
and slyly moves the finish line
away.
Such thinking tempers righteous outrage
just a bit. Perhaps we might just
muster up some understanding
of the other guy who could be us.
He's frightened. We do not know
the degree of his financial desperation.
Perhaps any effort to punish or
recover loss must fade to second choice,
for one alternative we dare not lose,
that precious gift and requisite--
our humanity.
~
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