That bear that’s been chasing you
who run around all day crossing off lists,
who can not slow down to watch the weeds,
who conjures of heroes, anthems and enemies,
who barely escapes every fracas, every scrap.
What will you do? You?
When that bear gets scared away,
when the bad voice has nothing to say,
when you no longer smolder and burn.
What did you make, what did you create
What did you learn?