Morning run

Flagrantly I fall into mists of morning’s madness.

What is it I so crave about this pain?

Droplets of dew vie with damp, glowing forehead

and share a breath of dawning air.

Footfalls fast, no frequent, and plodding,

struggle to overcome this sluggish lump of futile flesh.

Dear God, help me to see the horizon,

because there is my end.

My beginning.

3 thoughts on “Morning run

    1. It’s been nothing but forest fire smoke around here making running an impossibility…until this morning. I wrote this 10 minutes before running out the door (literally). I’ve always thought running has more than its fair share of metaphoric applications.

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