Life

(In loving memory of Edward Feigon, my Papa, written June 8, 2009)

I saw my life today.
I saw my life flit by at the race track.
I saw it turn its head and grin.
I cried out, and took off, desperate to catch up.
It giggled, taunting me.
It shades changed as it rounded each bend.
First buckskin, then bay, then back again.
I watched in horror as it stumbled, almost fell.
It limped for a half mile.
But just as I caught up, it sprinted off again.
I watched my life leap obstacles.
This one small, the next one bigger.
The final one looked to large.
But my life counted strides, it prepared.
And in one desperate move, hurdled the jump, and trotted off, tired.
I stopped trying to catch up.
I stood and watched as my life cantered away,
Soon out of my line of vision.
I turned.
I noticed flowers in the center of the track, glittering brilliantly.
I bent, and plucked one from its fellows.
As i straitened, the flower in my hand,
My life trotted up, nudged me in the shoulder, and stood quietly by my side.