The earth runs much faster than me And I’ve never really known what for. But for as long as I can remember, She was always rushing to go somewhere Or rushing to stop. How do you catch up to a planet? Or how does a planet catch up to you? When you’re standing on Opposite sides of the track, It’s never been easy to tell Who’s winning the race. Who separated first. Who ran ahead, Or fell behind, Or maybe stopped walking entirely. But it must've been me, Lagging behind in the hurdles Tripping over nothing as we Rushed to the finish line. When the whistle blew, I remember not caring to tie my shoes Because if I ran fast enough, I would fly. And you can't step on your laces When there's no ground beneath you. But she remained glued to the gravel Sprinting, lunging, jumping On a hamster wheel of a track, Body thrust forward As if it wasn’t her own legs propelling her. Bare feet on cracked streets, Sneakers stolen from the start. Soles torn to shreds by shards of glass. Can you pull the breaks for a second? But stepping on the gas meant Trading my dust for clouds… I mean, have you seen the horsepower on this thing? A check engine light made to be ignored Until you breakdown on the side of the road. Like the weight of neglect came crashing down. Like gravity demanded to be felt, Like reality demanded to be felt. In cartoons, Characters run off cliffs With no hesitation. As if the air was water They could glide through. As if flying should be easy, Like walking and swimming But Without wings, I cannot fly. Without ground, I don't know life On this track (Of) forward and back. So I stop. Her pace slows to that Of a cloud. Unmoving. Unphased, but unsure. She tells me to tie my shoes, And I do. You know, I've never had friends That would wait for me, So as I bunny looped And doubled the knot, I thought I'd have to sprint To catch up. Like a kid last picked In gym class, Or dodgeball, Or soccer. Climate action is a team sport. There is not hauling (of) planets Like a bag slung over your back. Avoid stepping on the cracks On the journey to recess. We're in a game Never played before. Rules only written Because we wrote them Here. (And) now. With each other. With no winners, But no losers either. Just Us, Players that can't quit. Running, Us. Breath heavy, Lungs heavy, Air heavy, Us. Running. Race tracks have no beginning Or end, Just forward And back. Us, Running.
Runtime: 2 minutes, 55 seconds
Originally written on April 12, 2022, commissioned by Rare.
Version Two, Victory Lap, performed at Rare’s Board of Trustees dinner event on September 22, 2022.
Read more about Jordan’s involvement here.