Invitation

Find a path
and run.

Limbs shifting,
swiftly kicked back
mud,
thrust to past--
the last of it to be seen.
 
At last,
breathe,
be free.

Run like the mighty wind,
with a vigor
as yet, unknown.

That path
laid out
smooth to the touch,
and clean,
need not be seen
to be.

When the urge comes...
Run.


-Jayme