Running
I walk out into meek sunlight
The sun has barely come up yet
This used to be my time of day
Before the birds would even wake, you bet
How has this time passed me by?
How has this life suddenly stood still?
How can something turn so empty?
Of what used to be so fulfilled
I breathe in that good country air
I tighten the laces of my shoes
I glance over my shoulder at the sun,
Peeking at me and making brand new hues
I thud down pebble drive to the dirt road
I pass sleepy houses and drowsy cows
I round mail boxes and rows of corn
I think and renew all of those lost vows
To give more of myself to me
Everyone else can wait
To find that other part of myself
That part to be my soul mate
Copyright © Harlee Lightner | Year Posted 2009
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