When the rich pass proudly by
on big, smooth horses,
I feel foolish
riding my scrawny donkey.
I feel much better
when we overtake
a bundle of sticks
riding a bony man.
Comparison. It’s really not helpful.
It hurts to compare and fall short.
Yet to come out ahead is to carry the same burden in a different pocket.
Ahead. Behind. Either way, hooked.
You are immense. Unstoppable. Exceptional.
You are insignificant. Fragile. Ordinary.
So are the people ahead and behind.
And it doesn’t even matter.