Take Me With You When You Go

The Mississippi was running, 
      I said we could lose ourselves. 

Hearts pounding. 
      I said you can see the stars overhead. 

Memories that deny the past 

return to become
            the present itself 

asking: who are you? 
      I am the what-is-found. 

Where are you going
      and
Who will tag along? 
      The where-I-ams
            and
      The I-don’t-knows

will bring us to the brink of
      what? 
Maybe they could lead us to
      the present itself. 

I said won’t you stay, please. 

The Mississippi is running, 
      you don’t have to chase it. 

And I wondered: 
      can we lose ourselves? 

Questions asking, 
      can we find ourselves in
                  the I-don’t-knows?

About the Author

Lindsay Hansard is a senior pursuing a double major in English literature and philosophy at McKendree University. Outside of the classroom, she works as a research assistant and serves as the president of many on-campus organizations including the Literary Interest Society, the Philosophy Club and the Young Feminists. When she is not busy studying or working, Lindsay enjoys reading, writing, relaxing outside and going for long walks with her dog.