Following

by Meredith Pitt

Following so close

when I stop

I can feel it come right

through to the tip

of my nose

Fly to Alaska and

hike in the snow;

still, it watches me

from the ice melting

in my Scotch.

Last night, I rolled

over and thought

I had squashed it;

but it caught me

up at the bus

stop.

Today we sit, enjoying

the sun and let

the spume of

otherness dissolve

in the waves

ahead.

written in response to exercise fifteen