When You Run

Fri, 01/30/2015 - 18:42 -- yehlell

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41° 6' 44.2512" N, 123° 44' 2.1048" W

When you run with the earth

Pounding a drum against your souls

Heart beating faster

Breath coming quicker.

 

When you run from your mother’s womb

An alien to the world you entered

Eyes too oblique to see

But a mind too crazed to rest.

 

When you run as a stumble with new legs

To explore the world through your mouth

Putting your fingers in sockets they

Don’t belong shocking new experiences.

 

When you run into kindergarten, a desire to

Learn greater than the minimum height

Not reached at the traveling fair’s coaster

Moving out sooner than expected.

 

When you run from your high school

The hat thrown like the woes of transcripts

Only to crash back to the ground faster than the mortgage

The dull thump a gentle reminder.

 

When you run into love’s embrace

And fall too hard breaking your nose

Rosy glasses don’t quite fit the same

Leaving only remnants of your old nose.

 

When you run with your mind not body

The wisdom crashing against your rocky skull.

There’s no generators to harness the

Energy from the lapping waves.

 

When you run out

A car slowly chugging to a halt

Or a cut battery not starting back up

Or before reaching that destination

Where will you run?

To the plateaus or to the canyons?

To the worms to relish your callused feet?

To the sultry sound of a coronary?

 

When you ran like the dickens

But wished you read his expectations

Because we all twist in circles

Searching as Oliver for a center

 

When you ran on adrenaline

But wished you’d run on endurance

Because your hipster adrenal gland

Sent hormones before it was fashionable.

 

When you ran with tears watering

The lush grass beneath your feet

But the grass had been nourished

By the rains of yesterday’s oceans.

 

When you ran out of toothpaste

And your smile wasn’t pearly white

So you closed your chapped lips and

And suppressed the inborn grin.

 

When you ran your fingers over the dial pad

Fingering the the radio station’s number

But you were caller number 3, not 4

Knowing the answer just at the wrong time.

 

When you ran chills up a spine,

Because a touch is magnetic.

Plausibly pushing rather than pulling

But part of a greater force.

 

When you ran into a block

Realized it was a block, not a wall.

The mind is a tool for building

Not an obstacle causing destruction.

 

When you ran with scissors

Blamed, the man urging speed

No effort to mend your wounds or trust.

You thanked the nurse mitigating the pain.

 

When you ran with shoes

And your feet thought, why?

Your hair is free to lap your neck

But your feet constrained to bear your burden?

 

Will you have ran (running for time) before time ran out?

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