Pen in Motion

There we are,

all parts of us,

with our colors showing,

running like our life depended on it.

And maybe that’s how it is.

Maybe every breath and heart beat

and thought depends

on our love of the hunt.

We fix our eyes, bare our teeth,

and life surges like a rainbow,

every shade of passion pushes our steps

until all we know

is the exhilaration of the chase.