She Who Runs

While she ran we set


Where is she going,

they asked,

running through the streets

and through the air?

I don’t know, I said,

but I’ll light the way.

I’ll keep the wild beasts

from her path.

I’ll bridge the streams

with fairy tales, and keep those

who would interfere at bay.

Then when she tires

and falls asleep, I’ll light

a fire to warm her feet.

And when she wakes to run

once more, from whom,

to where, we do not know,

I’ll still be there.

I’ll run beside her

in the sun or snow,

until she ambles to a walk

or crosses over into hell.