Running: Early Spring

Dreading each breath-depriving stride, 

I push myself out the door.

Minutes are months.
The body, bored from repetitive shifting right to left,
follows the path of lifeless, gray cement.

Kids weave by on their bikes
near roadside snow

kicked aside by cruising cars. 

The overweight male jogger hunches forward for each breath,
water attached to his hip. 

The yapping of dogs on either side causes me to zigzag.
One’s teeth leap at me, but he freezes in mid-air,

his leash choking him back.
Somewhere past that, beauty resides in the blueness of the sky.

Running tall, I am amazed by the blessing of air,
nourishing the body to its depths.
Birds whistle in rounds from trees that boast of structure.

The sun projects my form before me, 

with revived muscles known again
calves laced tight as running shoes.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.