Running through the night

Let me

Run into the dusky darkness,

Where no one else will know I’m there

Until I’m next to them.

Running over slippery, purple carpets

Of jacaranda flowers,

Past spice-sweet smelling

Jasmine bushes

That fill my nose with memories

Of the pool at Nana’s house.

Floating over flat footpaths and curved roads,

The humid air sticks to my face like hot jelly,

And I love it.

It makes me move.

Over and over again.

Despite my worn out body crying ‘stop!’

(And part of me does.)

But just a bit more, just a bit more,

It’s not enough, not good enough,

But I do what I can and I

Push my body, asking it to

Let me.

Note: I wrote this for my new blog friend irunibreathe after I said I would post something for her. If you didn’t like the poem, I’m sorry I did my best – gee! Stop judging me, people! Far out!

irunibreathe is very nice. I’m not saying she’s top of my friends list yet, but note to Chris de Voss: she’s about to jump over you, so watch it.