remember running through the city
the sounds of footfalls echoing through alleyways
the orange glow of street lights where wood bridge meets cobblestone
the river becomes something like a god to me as she breathes with the cooling night sky to kiss this city in fog
the natural way of giving and receiving
these old exchanges of wisp and water, water and wisp
I never feel alone when I’m running
I never feel tired
I never feel angry, or confused
With each step trotting toward some peace, some soul restfulness, some door that only unlocks as mile after mile opens up beneath my feet.
Ice and glass and grime, what details are these to the infinite pain that lives inside me?
What is suffering to the temerity of chaos and the untouchable fortress of this ecstatic bliss.
All these cuts and scars
This incessant energy screaming through my bones
Bring me multitudes and more and we’ll ask of each
Can I play my drum for you?
Can I sing to you tonight?
We/re a small army. We’re still growing.
How man people can we feed?
Feast in the famine.
Praise in perdition.
These roads are ours to swallow through
This endless pit and patter
These spiraling breaths that unlock doors to the secret places in my chest
Pain is the only thing that could ever save us
But of darkness and her rabbit holes of dreaming, we reject your tepid fear in favor of a faith more profound and prolific
FEAR TAKES NO DISCIPLINE
This suffering is laughable.
I am an ant to the mountains of men who have fallen before me.
But if just once I can wake up. If just once I can run. If just once I can serve my people. If just once I can be peace in the midst of war.
Then all I ask is to sleep well tonight. To dream of our children sweetly tending the garden. To dream of our world in peace.
And to wake again. Ready to run. Ready to serve. And ready be on fire for a freezing city.