Run Wild With Me

Joel Sossa
Joel Sossa

Take off your shoes, and let’s go. Let’s run barefoot
through this little town, lets race along the edge of the highway,
our soles leaving paths behind us.

I don’t want my life to follow a pattern, to mold
into a shape that’s solid, recognizable.
I want to lean my head back and take in
the sky and all its colors. I want to open my tongue
and lick the fresh rain. I want to squish my toes into dirt.
I want to lay in the green grass and close my eyes.

I don’t want to follow rules,
but make my own, soaking
up this earth and all its sunshine.

So please, run wild with me.

Take off in this car with no destination,
windows down and the music loud.

Let’s make animals of the clouds, let’s count the stars
when the sky darkens, let’s keep driving until we run
out of gas and make an adventure of wherever we land.

I’m no good at toeing a line, at always following
the footsteps of those before me.

My father was a thinker, my mother an artist
and so I’ve always dreamed
too big for my own good.

Run wild with me.

Taste the flavors of the earth on your tongue, drink
in the sky, the sounds, the smells. I cannot be rooted
to four walls, to one town.

I’m like the sun, forever chasing the moon.
I rise anew at every dawn.

My feet are tired, my soles worn.
But I won’t ever stop running,

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Marisa is a writer, poet, & editor. She is the author of Somewhere On A Highway, a poetry collection on self-discovery, growth, love, loss and the challenges of becoming.

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