Run

Like Gazelles they run
Away from anything meaningful
Some run with beauty matched
only by the sugar stars
tossed on the dark velvet
night sky in constellation
perfection. Others run
in a way shown only
in snowy white capped peaks
playing in the midsummer
 suns long arms

Other run like a bear
lumbering through
the undergrowth
with unattractive strides
looking for berries
in burning bushes
as the forest burn around them.
Some run like a tornado
ripping apart landscapes
and clawing up dirt
with child like imperfection

But they never stop running
No matter what
invocation they bring
because meaning is more
powerful then words will ever be