Little Experience Poem by Karen Verdello

I am sixty miles wide
But only one inch high
I can reach for the stars
But I can't touch the sky
My name is not Virgo
Though I follow the sun
Forever away, I run, run, run

But I can't be angry, angry anymore
It's too hard to drain my resources
On such sources of remorse
This anger eats away and drains my living essence
It bites and chews and sees and spews
And contrives to kill
My very living presence

Run away, I cannot run any more
I have run from shore to shore
There is no haven, no desperate home to find
There is no saviour, no god, nothing
Except that which I seek inside
And it has taken me so long to understand this thing
And now I find that all along it was I that wasn't listening