My Ride

A new day broke off yesterday,

to get transformed,

to move away,

to go astray,

to slide adrift

along a strident Doppler shift.

It bested me

and sped ahead.

I was too slow for it to wait.

It didn’t know it was my ride,

or felt my spurs

dig in its side,

it missed my soft voice

in its head,

it didn’t notice that I led.

It ran its course

and fizzled out

and a new day came from behind

which overtook it while it laughed

and left it choking

on its dust,

and I jumped on the better steer.

Yesterday’s gone

but I’m still here.