Forgot that time, passing by.
The images of the running flashes.
Avoided the marks of the grief.
I always hid.
Dropped it all and started anew
when nothing of fresh might be lived
had I not the science of love
mingled along with the science of life.
Me: I ran from all, all that is me in reflection.
I ran and I hid.
Figured out the corners of safety
the unbroken, still, floors
of my girlish run away dream.
I took cover.
And I ran, again.
Stuck my feet on that ground
as if they were only half of a word
my body was reading,
claiming, for myself.
I ran, fell, walked, hid, ran, fell
all, all over again.
I protected and I stayed
waiting, in hiding, still.