Running water

Running steps

A running mind

Running away

A silence

A solace

A space for a moment

Standing still, humming, knowing

Listening

Waiting

Stranded on that island

Until I’m found

Until that sound

Sequestered

For seconds

Until I’m found

With running water

Running steps

Leaving for a moment

That running mind

 

(A rambling bit written on the nearest bit of paper I could find while washing the dishes one night. Might go in my work-in-progress MIDNIGHT in some way. How I have no idea. But that’s the fun part of creating . . . )