Crickets and raindrops

I went for a run
on a drizzly morn
where fields meet sky in the fog
and thought maybe I should
just keep running
away

wondered how long it would take
before they'd come looking
and who would be first to guess
I was with the trees and birds
in the pouring rain
and not warm with tea
on a friend's couch

I turned off my music
to be more alone
so I could hear the song of
crickets and raindrops
and I stood
Shawshank Redemption style
sky pouring tears on my hands and face

I imagined how peaceful it might be
if I ran until I finally silenced the racket
of my own breath and heartbeat
to lie quietly in the damp
listening forever to the
scurry of beetle feet
and falling leaves
and I envied the dead