Smirk

On this race with time,
I am - on this
Winter morning and I do know
I lag behind.

I chase time, frothing
At the edges of my lips, tirelessly
I run endlessly.
Behind time.

One day soon –
Someday now, I know
I’d have run past time, I’ll
Stop,

Turn around -
Look at time in the eye
And throw at it
A smirk.