Running

by brittwanta

Wind, you push at me.

Earnestly. Then stop. Like a mama with her child at the door to the kindergarten classroom. Keep going. I’m right behind you. But now it’s time. Keep going. I’m on the other side of your own adventures.

I make the turn, my feet in shoes squelching mud and skittering litter from winter, that signals halfway.

Wind, you push my body my hair my wide open heart. You are pushing it and I resist. Things inside of me ache with the effort. Keep going, you say, and all I want is for you to push me home.

You stop.
Keep going. By yourself.

I’ll be here on the other side of your adventures.

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