Run

I sometimes have the urge to run.
The wind sweeping through my hair
Untangling tightly bound strands
Rain drops gripping at my eyelashes.
My breath quickens 
Then settles into a deep and steady rhythm.
Muscles ache. They ache to waken 
Every joint in my restless body.
When all cells come alive 
And blood flows hungrily to my fingertips,
I move like a brush stroke. 
Shoes leave sloppy imprints of my soul
On the ever-changing earth.
But I never want to look back
My heartbeat waits for no one
Even if the past calls out desperately 
For my head to turn.
My eyes stay fixed on the forthcoming slide-show.
When I run I am free.