A Runner’s Song

Inhale.
Before I go there is always a feeling of calm that grips me.
A satisfying rush above all others before I begin.
Exhale.

Forward.
Constantly moving forward.
I would look back if I were brave, but the inertia keeps me in check.
Inhale.

My steps;
Elongated from my stride, crash along the pavement below me.
That abrasive sound pushes me even further.
Exhale.

Nothing.
Nothingness moves me.
The moment the ground is pushed away from my foot it becomes just that,
Nothing.

Inhale.
I seek the difficult paths or dangerous trails to travel.
The city provides me with living obstacles to confront, unlike the wild woods.
Exhale.

Forward.
I should stop now that I see the road isn’t clear ahead.
Yet, somehow I know when I get to that point the way will be opened, so I press on.
Forward.

Inhale.
So, I continue, no concept of anything other than what I am doing.
No ideas or beliefs to stop me now, I just am.
Nothing.

Eric Anthony Crew
April 16, 2010
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