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.