Having arrived by the same door
I left, I left again.
I knew my reasons by heart,
And never lost track of where I was going.

To leave and arrive, arrive and leave
Was all I had in mind.
My drives were simple enough—
I walked for the sake of walking around.

The windy sum of my own motion,
I marveled at myself
In passing. I kept in step
With what I was. Oh, I was dashing,

Or thought I was, until I saw
The distanceI had to go
And began somehow to suspect
That my past was catching up with me.

I hurried, not wishing to see myself
Leave before I arrived
As, sometimes in my haste
To get back, I have felt myself try.