running shoes

also here is another poem i wrote recently that has been on my mind. this is for you Autumn.

I’ve got my running shoes on.

And I’ll run hard…

I’ll run till I’m red in the face and parched in the mouth;

     Splits in my side and cramps in my calves.

My laces are double tied- tied  tight

I’m well nourished, hydrated; ready for a fight.

But what am I running? And where? And for why?

Not from, but to.

Not away from anything or anyone, but towards and in pursuit of a one, a person, a who.

I am running a race of romance.

I am running to a particular person.

And why?

Because I’ve got my running shoes on. And they’re never coming off.