Running at 5:30 am on December 21, from Russ Sears
The alarm goes off and I am in automatic.
Bathroom
Drink of water
Put on 3 layers of clothing
with a ski mask and knit gloves
Head out the door.
It’s then, it hits me,
Time to run
To beat the cold
To chase the wind
Breathe in, Breathe out
Smell the clearness of the frozen air
Crunch through the grass
The sight of the gray trail stretches on
As far as the cloudy darkness allows
But the path is worn
Its depth goes beyond my hour allows
There’s pain, There’s strife
No ones to save me, I am alone
Stillness surrounds me
Yet I am never more alive
There is balance in my full clip
My heart goes to its top without tipping
The cold air brings power to my legs
The myriad of pains can be overcome by tapping fingers together to feel the soft knits web between them
Many lonelier pioneer than me risked all to laid down this path for me.
Today’s my day to keep my path from the wild.
The miles are all mine.
The cold, the wind, the darkness with the endless vast expanses
There are always possibilities
To go on.
When the long night is over and the sun is back
I’ll give it back to you.
When the flowers are in bloom
The path will be shared by many others
While most wait for dawn, it was all mine
To test me, to keep me going on this longest night.
Merry Christmas to all the lonely traders on this long night,
Russ
Comments
Pete M on December 27, 2018 6:11 am
That was beautiful, thank you.