Catch Up

It was an eerie recognition--

my eyes were moving slower than they should

slower than they could

slower than everything else at hand

Apparently I would have to make up the time in the air--

and as of yet, I wasn't quite sure how to do that--

make it up

After all, I was particularly unskilled at covering an indiscretion--

a bad liar, in fact

Lightning seemed to be striking closer to me,

forked,

and here I was talking about how muggy it was

The wake-up calls were agonizing--

in a haze of blue

of blur

of incongruence--

the lids a precursor of the day to come

The nomination had been all but fulfilled--

of course it would be in the mirage ahead--

the prodigal's address

Maybe he was right. Maybe there were no accidents.