Running with the pack

I slow my pace.

Jostled from behind

I resist, come to a halt,

Dig my heels in tight.

A space forms around me as

The multitude swarms past

And I become

'Other'. 

In this space 

I hear a humming bee

I smell the seasoned earth

I feel the tender sun

Gently kissing my cheek.

And slowly I take a step

Backwards.

And as the human murmuration

Streams endlessly by

Chasing dreams of old,

I am walking backwards.

A whole universe of molten gold

Flowing through my veins and

Lightning bolts sparking through my bones

With every step I take.