Putting My Feet in the Dirt Prompt#1: Belugas and Dreamlifters
If I could run away
if I could fly away
if I could swim away
Where would I go, where would I land, what shore would I wash up on
tired, half alive or half dead?
Would I end up back
in my yard, in my doorway, in my basement screaming into a brick wall, sleeping with my eyes open in my attic?
Is there anywhere to go, anywhere to be
where I wouldn’t find me?