Hit and Run
(John Raymond Pollard)
2005-07-16

We’re on the run each day,
Rising early gulping food.
We work; we play;
We pray for someone special in our lives.
You bumped into me.
I wondered could you be the one,
Or was it just a case of hit and run?

You walked away that day,
My body fine but in my mind
A mark you made;
It’s true: your image like a blue tattoo.
Did anyone witness the deed as it was done:
this crime of passion action, hit and run?

Who and where were you?
My fascination grew.

And then last Saturday
As I entered the café
I saw your face, your lips.
As if to launch a thousand ships
You smiled at me, and I could see
The day was won.
It would not be a case of hit and run.

Under skies of blue
I’m on the run with you.

We’re on the run each day,
Rising early gulping food.
We work; we play;
We pray for someone special in our lives.
You bumped into me.
Fortunately, you were the one:
A happy outcome from this hit and run.