Do you find
in quiet moments,
when your mind …
wanders,
that you stumbled?
Imprecations mumbled,
opportunities
squandered?
Looking back,
retrospectively
(as it were)
for the artifact,
in your mind’s jungle,
over which you
tripped,
that it was me?
Not the obstacle …
you failed to
effectively negotiate,
but neglected
to appreciate
fully.
Relying on
instincts,
and intuition,
unfair ammunition,
indefensible
and vague.
Lauding
vulnerabilities
while protecting
self interests.
Trying to find
your place,
while saving
face,
in this race.
I may not be
a destination
on your journey,
but I am
certainly more
than a waypoint.

M. Zane McClellan

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