From early childhood, we run.
Run through the fields; run through the streets; run through the water; run through the sand.
Watch the traces kick up from under your heels and trail behind you where they belong, unfurled, disturbed; changed for you have touched them.
Run through the rain and
feel the drops drop down your back.
Slide off of my back
finished days. Your time is done.
Run towards the fire
all that makes you come alive.