BORN TO DO MORE THAN LIVE

 summer rain painted our hair

slick against our necks.

with tough soles and 

knees knowing of the risk,

we flew down the gravel road.

ghost children, chasing lightning

like two keys on a kite.

we shed our fears like sweaters

and petals for boys we didn't like anyway,

running without counting on the ground 

to guide us.

my chest was buzzing with all the things

I would sing to the sky if it ever

bent down to listen.

in those moments I was convinced

we were born to do more than live.

I was half girl, half horizon

and too fast to feel the weight of it.