Circles

Yesterday I ran

The day before that I also ran

I’ve been running all year long

In no particular direction

But the direction that got me

Closest to the horizon

So I guess in all directions, really.

The distance has doubled, it seems.

I’m a mess

A dizzying mess, truly.

Today I’ll stand still.  

Stories

And how do we continue to fly when our wings have been clipped?

We craft new ones from all that remains,

We crawl if we have to,

Walk when we’re strong,

We run run run until we’re fast enough to be lifted,
to soar once again.