Can We Run Away, Please?

A call to escape—into the wild, where trees breathe, memories are etched, and the sky is our blanket.

Can we run away, please?
Can we all please just run away?

Let’s leave this city far behind,
so the lights
are distant embers of a fire we once nurtured.

We'll pack a small bag of refreshments,
cigarettes,
and a beer or two.

Then just walk where gravity pulls.

Let’s set up camp in a forest,
befriend wildlife,
and celebrate the wilderness.

We’ll live off the land,
recharging our lungs on electrical trees
that stretch out from the ground.

We’ll watch rhythmic clouds
dance along the horizon,
and on occasions,
I will make a cape of leaves
and a crown from branches.

I will play King of the Forest.

We'll etch our initials
into oak trees
and bury unopened letters in the ground.

Let’s throw bottles
filled with the memories of our day
into the forgiving sea
and envelop under carrion stars.

We'll use the lucid blue sky as a blanket.

I'll tuck you in gently under the moonlight,
whilst reading stories about animals
that used to roam the earth
in a time before we fell in love.

Can we run away, please?
Please, can we all just run away?