Roadrunner

Roadrunner, sprinting off down the beaten track, dirt flying
mixing earth with air,
a smashing of bright colours in a red land.
With a red sun, and a red light.
Alive.

Racing between the canyons, nature’s bullet, blinding speed
no limits, no thoughts
scarring the vibrancy of the crushed earth
under the brilliance of the mid-day light.
Free.

Always running, never resting, never thinking, never feeling, never knowing
a life of ignorant tranquillity.
Dusk breathes its blue smudges, relaxing the angry desert
shadows lengthen and the rocks breathe a sigh of relief.
Mortal.

The end of the day, still roadrunner runs on.
The moon acknowledges his task by throwing beautiful rays across the night sky.
The path ahead is growing short, but there is no fear.
For in life there are no regrets for the roadrunner.
Peace.