Rearview Clinton, Stop In Norwich Poem by James Daniel Gabriel

Break. Fast. First light and the 9 mile hike.
Empty stomach. No time to think on this…
Anytime…soon…nodding…fade.
No time…soon…survive.
Out of time for anything pampering…fulfilling…
Just Break Fast.

Give. Without.
Fatigue of dawn and the rising of the son.130 miles.
The fifteen year old Saab. The twenty six year old savior of no man.
Empty pockets, no one to lean on in this…
Any one carrying anyone lately? Pressing…
Fleeing…….

Just. About.
No one left… I’m exactly right. Survive.
No one to give a chance and the will to make
My own. Almost…about…but all
Out of out to give. Pressing…
On…Breaking…Fast.