Keep the engine running

I am running more than you can ever imagine, more than you ever want to know, more than can be expected under the circumstances. 

I am running to keep my stomach from hurling forth, to keep my feet plastered on the ground, to keep my head from swimming into the clouds, to keep my unfinished thoughts from spilling out 

I am running as an escape route with all fire exits blocked, as a simple evacuation to save myself from the flames 

I am just running from the gods - not my god or your god -  but the gods who are trying to write our zig-zagged history, our topsy-turvy naive beginning without promise of an end

I keep running from the possibility of disappointment, yet it stumbles upon my path showing up in different aliases always with the same kind eyes

I falter with an abrupt, impulsiveness skidding to a complete halt, ready to dive into the midst of the unknown, which gleams with cobble-stone walks and arm-in-arm promises

     it's a small bypass, a minuscule hurdle to jump over resulting in skinned knees and crimson-colored cheeks, yet I keep running, always running

I run for the hope of something better, for the small glimmering chance of not settling into compromise, of not sliding into the reasonable, of not falling into the easily attainable

sliding on ice-stricken pavement, sloshing through mud-dwelling puddles, stomping through the crunches of november leaves, I keep running

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

another one-- I like it :)

[Brad Baum]

I love this line: I am just running from the gods - not my god or your god - but the gods who are trying to write our zig-zagged history, our topsy-turvy naive beginning without promise of an end.

It's all fantastic though. The imagery paints a picture. Crunches of November leaves, crimson-colored cheeks. Really good. Woo!