I run wild through
purple flowers growing
freely in swaying fields
that flow across
valleys of green
to mountains of snow.
The sun is shining
and I run without
knowing to where I go
and from where I came
in this sea of purple bloom
and sun-lit green.
The flowers purple and
green stems long
brush gently against my thighs
as I run and run and run,
swishing and rattling as I
strike them in my race,
and they sway with me
and smile at my stupid fun.
There is no reason
for this run, no great wisdom
or purpose profound,
except that I can scuttle
in this time-stripped place,
And the flowers fill me
with their striking scent,
and their purple is royal,
as I run with abandon
across this valley bold to
god knows where.
9/12/2016