This Autumn run.
Wet leaves on pavement
shuffling remainder on branches
people slipping by
a moment in view
their footprints as important
as mine
and
I found myself asking
my cleverly perceptive
but not-always-sensible
heart:
Am I relaxed?
Am I home
(in this body)?
I notice my shoulders drop
and my fists lose grip
the breath slows
yet
my pace quickens:
Charge and charge
Up the hill
Forget
what’s brought me
down.
Remember
what lifts me
up.
If you are like me
perhaps you too
lost touch
with the first
and only
home you had.
But
There it is
all along:
the body carries you
right through
to the end.
Gasping breath
and lengthened stride
this Autumn run
reminds me:
I am relaxed.
My body,
is my home.
I can charge up
and easily
gracefully
glide down
to the end.
All the while
noticing
the lives
of others
passing by.
