Triage and a handful of other such poetry
I: run
I tend to run
headlong
into plans
without checking to see if they'll hold
and then
more often than not
I fall
face first
onto the toppled debris
I still run
fall
but now
caution drags at my heels
keeping me from running too hard
but if I run
truly run
I might fly
someday
instead of lying here
crumpled, and trying to be safe