Tempo
A(n) Shape poem
Part of NovPAD 2023
Downhill. Footsteps pick up pace. I feel refreshed, but still, I dread the hastening race ahead, as I descend the mount I think about Elijah, when he hid atop Mount Horeb, and how, as God gave rest, he healed, and then descended, his soul arisen from the dread.