Sometimes I Am Running

Sometimes I am running,
running towards you with eyes and laughter bright,
pressing you close to me
(you are never close enough),
filling all of space and time.

Sometimes I am skipping,
daydreaming of your handsome face
and crowns of flowers
and names of babies
and secret gardens.

Sometimes I am spinning,
half the time facing the way I came,
getting dizzy
and starting to stumble,
hoping that reality will grip me soon
and hold me fast.

Sometimes I tiptoe,
eyes wide like a doe,
waiting for the sudden danger
that will send me fleeing,
tail up,
to the comfort of the familiar
single solitary world
you are slowly luring me out of.

Sometimes I cannot even open my eyes,
and I am standing still
waiting for the hand
to wind the key
to turn the gears
to break off the rust
around my heart.



But sometimes I am running.

Destinations (Imagined) by Brooke Shaden