If I could

I play tag with the horizon
And she always wins.
Each time I think I catch her silhouette 
Tracing the mountains and far oceans
-In soft pinks and blues-
She wafts ahead
In fresh mint
And disappearing orange
And I dash after
My small arms not quite reaching
The breadth of my sight.

Someday I will find the edge of the land and the water and the sky
Where earth drops into black matter
And I drop
Into the arms of
Mama Sunlight 
And she will hold me
And I'll hold her
And we will fly together.

For now
I'll run across the landscapes that lead to her
And brush humanity with all my fingertips
And dive deep
Toes first
Into rhythm and movement and sound
And paint life into my soul
With each laughing stroke.

So I'll
keep running 
And keep stretching
If only I could reach
A little farther.


 
 

dogpoet

VT

17 years old

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