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I Need to be Run

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​“My dog needs to be run,” I explain,
“or she’ll get depressed.” But I am the one
roaming aimlessly between 
kitchen and office, 
accomplishing nothing,
sadness growing in me like mold.

I yearn to move against the 
earth’s brawny form, be soaked 
by the sky’s thoughts.
Feel the bright cold ignite my 
nostrils telling the wind’s story.
I stride into winter’s hushed blue, 
white, and gray tapestry 
begging to be reminded of
my place in the world.

My hunger seeks the subtle shifts of
light and tone, thrives on the dark,
dank fertility of forest duff.
Grassy, wind-swept distances flush out 
my secrets until they roll like tumbleweed 
and rest against a mended fence,
leaving my cares to ripple away 
with every breeze, every fallen aspen leaf,
every salsify seed’s flight.

I am plumped up by lake vapors
​as they gather 
into clouds that surf
the rolling, rocky hills, 
then cascade down
to where they are feverishly 
consumed
by lanky, microscopic lifelines to

tree tops and vistas and fruits 
that feed hungry wanderers.

My cells vibrate and realign.
Yes, I am the one 
who needs 
to be run
daily.

Randi de Santa Anna
February 2007 ​
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