The Chase

I followed Wisdom
A night and a night
And a day and a day
Clay-knowing to spite.

I went quickly
As gulls over fallow,
As goats among crags,
As winds through a hollow.

Yet never I
Caught up with slow-footed
Wisdom who took
The lanes deepest rutted.

She left me with
My gangster ambition
In remorse - and remorse
Is the Devil's contrition.