I remember running

Just running

Running past the fields 

and meadows 

and streams 

and muddy puddles

past the burning sun

and dusty anthills

past the fresh-cut lawns 

and light blue tiles

past the little glass koala sitting on a windowsill

past the garden of my own home.

I remember running

Just running

Running past highways 

and cars 

and tall yellow grass

past barren trees 

and empty lakebeds

past the school of which I cannot go

past the place where the wild fern grows

past the swing sets 

that are empty

I remember running

Just running

Running past the bright, bright yellow of a sunflower field

past a red train broken down

past stones and rocks and boulders

past the muddy brown creeks

past the sunset waters and fluttering winds

past the ruins of an oldened civilization

past the glowing lamps of a street

past the dark-smoked skies that are thick with smog

but there are some things I cannot run from.

like the big dome of sky 

the winds of the earth

the sun, the moon

and all of the stars

but most of all 

myself

but then I finally do

right past the bright blue horizon