I want to go – in threes

I just want to go
To the mountains,
To the rivers,
Wherever is fine.
I want to feel
The sun's kiss on my face,
The wind in my hair,
The breath of cool air sinking into my lungs.
I want to hear
The birds singing in their own choirs,
The stream bubbling its own tune,
The bees buzzing along to their own beat.
I want to smell
The flowers and grasses,
The salt from the sea,
The dirt, deep-rooted into the earth.
I want to taste
The oncoming light of the moon,
The honey from the hives,
The rainwater from the storm.
I want to see
The stars dolloped in the sky,
The fireflies twinkling in the swaying silage,
The waterfall in the distance.

I want to run away from everything,
To have someone wrap their arms around me and hold me tight as we sit among the flowers and trees and twinkling lights,
To tell me I'm safe and loved,
In a world without gods,
And guns,
And
Hate,
Where we can stay away from Here,
Because Here, all anyone does is wrong,
Because Here, all anyone does is cruel.

I want to run away to a world where I won't be discriminated against for
Who I love,
For my gender,
My race,
My body type,
For anything.

I want to run far, far away,
To a place where I'll be safe,
To a place where I'll be loved,
And to a place where I'll be respected and accepted.

So, yes,
I want to run as fast as I can
To get away from Here,
Where everything I do and say is scrutinized.

And one day I will run away
To my flowers and rivers and stars of safety and acceptance,
To my hope and love and freedom and equality,
To my place of perfect,
Where everyone has one thing in common,
Our differences.