I am late

I am
too much too often too little and too late
always too late
in the dim dark closing haze of drunken party evacuation
in the slow dance partner dash
in the race, the race,
the money grab shag shag world of screaming light
too late

accustomed to amble
amble and loiter and linger in the warm places
old familiar photographs of fabricated pasts
I wonder
why is it
that
when it comes to appointments,
rendezvous,
arranged meetings,
I am
obsessively early?