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

from here

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?