Running down the parkway
By Chana
She runs down the parkway,
her hair blows wildly from side to side,
her skirt jumping in the wind.
She runs like a warrior
as if nothing can stop her.
Her look is modest.
Her look is majestic.
A shining light among the doomed,
the depressed, the hopeless.
She is a ray of hope,
She is a burst of life.
I imagine something too
since how can I not?
I imagine that She’s is screaming something,
screaming that there is still energy in the world,
energy to push forward,
to push forward however much wind,
however much pain,
however much confusion.
And I imagine her whispers too,
her whisper that there is elegance,
that there is majesty,
that there is beauty even in a wasteland.
And I agree.
Yes, that’s beauty. Yes, that’s elegance.
And that yes, she’s hope,
She's hope itself.
