Sentinel's Watch

He wouldn’t give me the time of day if his watch was on fire – the one I’d started running for. I’d go seriatim on the trail while speculating about traversing more uneven terrain still just to catch a glimpse of him. Anyway… Once I settled into a pace he faded from my line of sight. Lacking in sight, a little lost, I pushed farther than I’d gone before; then the course took a sharp turn. The same old scene gave way to a novel panorama: Things might be looking up! The horizon smudged at first, my vision foggy with expectation. How can you appreciate the senselessness? It took a spell to feel your presence. I looked again. You were clear this time. Delineated – offering water in the rain: Redundant with comfort. The rest then faded from view. The one I started running for unworthy of a first much less a second backward glance. If his watch were on fire then I guess time flies? I see it now: Still advances need not burn.