Elsewhere, I’m certain I stopped,
but my heart raced until the awareness of my own mortality sped by.
It’s better this way: living in small doses so that we are not run down
and left naked and bleeding.
But hear, here I did not wait.
And all I can do is honor the sacrifice
to not go mad.
Perhaps his fading heartbeat precluded his fate for me
or staved off one that is far worse.
Yes, I know, trying to recall what never took place
is the labor of lunatics.
And yet, the dark matter is there.
Tell me you don’t see it too!?
All we can do is move forward in measured steps
towards an unknown end.
Like pennies in a dish, give a second or take one.
And hope it’s enough to miss the worst of fates for one more day.

Anthony Gayle