run

I spent my youth deciding,

hesitating, in silence chasing

whether or not

it would all be worth it.

I was there for years deciding whether

to run

for congress

scoffing, behind a cup of coffee

and judging people from a city corner.

I have lived on these quiet edges

like unpublished stories

warm eyes lacking sparkle

on the northern side of waiting,

waiting it out.

But

time

to look back on things

now.

I spent my youth hesitating,

on walks, the mist

of loneliness, on the edges of

mass hysteria, getting used to

the scoffing, or the days

from this city corner.