breaking morning with the birds,
she glides beneath the rising sun,
a vapor trail of sweat and spent breath
drifting in her wake.

muscles taut, brow poised,
a stream of hair - airborne ribbons,
and stones shudder beneath her feet.

thundering along the hillside,
she beholds the world as it fades from grey
and the truth of things is shown
with the death of night.

another mile and she'll turn around,
set course for home,
return.

maybe.

Once again, everything has changed.
This time, it was for the worst.
But we'll be okay.
Because we've always thought it was more important
To help an injured runner than finishing first.
We do this because in the end,
It doesn't matter who finishes first or last.
As long as we stick together,
No matter what we face, we can kick its ***.

I know you travel the wind blown lands
And dance across the sun kissed sands
But when the day fades with the sun in tow
Then where will you go?

I know you laugh under moonlight’s beams
And swim joyfully in the soothing streams
But when the river’s currents cease to flow
Then where will you go?

I know you run through the muddy plains
And jump into seas to clean the stains
But when the bottoms of oceans begin to show
Then where will you go?

I know you trek up the highest mountains
And gust dandelion seeds by the thousands
But when the swirling and cheerful winds don’t blow
Then where will you go?

I know you run to escape from your past
And move before they catch you at last
But when your consumed by those crying woes
Then where will you go?

— OrcasTogether