she

She’s running everywhere:
To the corner store
For fruit and yoghurt,
And the smile of the man
Behind the counter.
“You look like a movie star,” he says,
She smiles and shakes her head.
She’s running to class,
Running to meet deadlines,
Because she’ll never let herself be late.
She's running in heels,
Down the four blocks
To the restaurant where she works:
“Can I seat you over here please?”
“And garlic bread with your order?”
She’s running for photo editor,
And putting her face up on walls.
She’s running in her sleep,
Even though the doctor gave her pills,
So she can close her eyes,
And still, her eyes are open,
Her legs are moving,
And she can’t stay lying down.
She’s running,
Not away from anything,
But towards everything:
To life,
To the everything she’s always wanted,
And nothing will slow her down.