Escape

The imagery of someone who is restless in the city.

The wind whips at the edges of what we are,
luck finds our footfalls clumsy but sure,
wheat whispers past our waists,
leaves stray from their branches just to be closer to us.
Pushing onward, society retreats,
along with boundaries, barters and baggage.
Moving towards where time slows
and our past becomes the far future.
Resending, receding, releasing.