Tripping over my own early start.
My tangled laces that just won’t part.
I sort it out & push myself thru.
Now, this would be stumble “number two”.
Way too early, before gates open;
I walk the lot, my stride unbroken.
They let me in & I get it done.
Just in time for, yet, another one.
Skyward opens & the floods come down.
I pick up the pace so I don’t drown.
Soaked but back home…an unmelted mess.
Feels good beating the odds, I confess.

