Running Away
I’m running away
to unearth consolation.
My knees - my bindle,
carried to the ground.
To unearth consolation,
I’ve traveled so far, so near.
Carried to the ground -
all my trepidation and loss.
I’ve traveled, so far, so near
to the presence of Christ.
All my trepidation and loss
laid down at the foot of the cross.
To the presence of Christ -
my knees. My bindle
laid down at the foot of the cross.
Yes! I'm running away.
8/9/2022
Modern non-rhyming Pantoum
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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