Run
In the heart of this chaos
With the maddening crowd below
You flee behind my overcoat
And it is in this moment
Where dilated pupils meet palpitating hearts
Like sea shores meet wandering tides
Like the moon and Sun dance circles around the Earth
Like two passing strangers whose hands graze each other innocently
Amidst the concrete jungles of Amman
Flirting with the white surf like brown eyes fluttering
Like two tongues stuttering
Like my words
Spin your mind
Like your reason
Spins my rhyme
And.
We .
Run.
Through the clutter of angry chants and vocal fists
Flying through the air towards the barricade of riot police
Who chase us through the naked streets of dawn
With the cling and clatter of batons on shields
And the tear gas drawing wetness from our gathering eyes
Till we scatter like crows on a wire
Like the January winds catching fire
Like the mechanical parts of broken hearts
And the constant promises of false starts
Like my words
Chase the ghosts of your past
Like your fingers
Weave my place in this world
And.
We.
Run.
Through the winters of confusion and the shores of spring
Where your hypotheticals turn honest
And our hands are no longer those of two passing strangers
No longer searching for each other amidst the panicking masses
No longer shunning this moment until it passes
These are no longer the hands that stagger through
The alleys of doubts
Through the doorways of bewildered thoughts and paper poems
That no longer fold the way they used to
The way they were written
Bloody and candid
Beautiful and broken
No longer two hearts sounding their retreats on the battle field
Like the armies of dissent that beg us to run
Through these wilds streets
Where our eyes first meet
And I see your heart stand still for what would be the first time
No longer wanting to remember what it’s like to be stung
No longer wanting to end these beginnings before they’ve begun
No longer wanting to run
No longer wanting
To.
Run.
Alone.
Because our worried minds grow tired sometimes
And our nervous smiles fade from our faces sometimes
Sometimes our reason gives chase to our whims
And fate demands we surrender our arms at the door
Like the ocean of rocks hurled by once furious crowds
We careened through
From the refuge of ghosts that we’d cling to
To the quiet of places that we’d run to
And you point out, weeks later
That really
We’ve all hidden behind each other’s coats
At one time or another
As if to say:
Great things happen
When people collide
