the gold light!

girl running.

i am running as fast as my legs can go;
full out, on top of myself and living
outside of this small body.
i am running in my red gumboots;
risking a callous, risking callousness
from my father (raking leaves)
i am running towards the end of the day;
taking time only to notice a perfect
sky and how cold my shoulders are.
i am running to catch up to my age;
past the old oaks and through fresh leaves
dancing on top of the soil when i sprint.


my bed is uncomfortable, and i know why.

you are a fair weather
and blow towards a new sail
and cast my care like rocks into a silent water
do not protect my eyes from your form
or become an effigy, standing above form.
you are divine, and a divide
splitting my nose or my cheek in a soft way
to repair my eyes, my strength, my time
and keep me inside a hearth.
but i will keep my stones and cast them onto
my bed, and sleep on them in memory of you.