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Monthly poem 9/14/2018 The story backs up to poem #3 of 12. The woman of inspiration was stalking my heart strings using her 4 yr old of divorce as the kicker. Both poems #1 and #2 had been given to her already, so she knew that I knew what she was doing as to subterfuge. Haha. At any rate she had to make tracks lest she be exposed to her peers, and how could I do anything else but stay on her tail? Gee was not my fault lol. Copyright 2014 all rights reserved. “Tracks” Tracks that wander; tracks that meander. If thou washeth thy feet, thy sand standeth alone. Facts to ponder; moss to gravel. If thou turneth thy cheek, thy flesh into stone. Instant flight inbound; landing flaps down. If thou seest the meek, thou art done. Constant light outbound, granting us freedom. If thou feelest complete, thou art home bound. Wide-eyed and asleep; better watch that step. If thou misseth a beat, thou art fallen headlong. Mile strides and creeps; a letter caught that kept. If thou passeth a street, thou art stalled not fallen. Under and asunder; amazed at the sight. If thou be too discrete, thou art fallen on two feet. Water and thunder; awake at midnight. If thou seest lightning. Thou no longer in retreat! 
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The poem also alludes to the spiritual "Exodus" for the saints as to getting out of "Babylon" or the New World Order. 
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Hmmm:... Love it, exciting read' Love the rythmn in the words meander--wander...almost musical..could dance to it --from the sky of course...lol Can imagine the view---sensation...not in some combat though especially if am chasing a target or vice versa....for i would definetly be hit I wonder if the thunder sound above and the water body below in the dusk... i would feeleth a heart attack for sureth... And the lightening would blindneth me for sure And i would landeth on my' wing butt'... But again the 'chase' for sure would block my senses And i would never landeth Instead riseth---until i runneth out of jet fuel I don't know again i am lost---is this an escape for both---or a chase of another escaping the other??? Haha...Spendid piece ,i would go on and on..my thoughts thrown in a rage, rave... Thankyou so much
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Thanks for comments all I appreciate very much. LOL Trixie. I am thinking this gal was running from herself not me lol. She was her own worse enemy for refusing to break away from the weight of fear of what others would do or think of her, especially given my present claim to Revelation 10-"The final mystery of God revealed"-blog. The next poem will fast forward to the one that followed after 'Hooked'. But at some point shortly thereafter the story turns into fiction or wishful thinking on my part. But is still very emotionally charged in my opinion.
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