March 2, 2014

Sometimes when I stare
At an open field
Or space
I want to break into a run


Shoes shielding my feet
The breezy wind in my face
I want to run so fast
My clothes flail behind
Like airy veils


I’d like to run on
And not pause
Till I reach where
The earth dips


Then stop to catch my breath


But then I think
Of coming all the way
Back to where I was
And how exhausting such a feat would be


And I decide
To not run


Not just yet


If I ever run away
It will be to a place I’ll stay
I never want to run
Then have to come back again

Journal: Oct.26.2020
Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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