Wednesday, August 12

Stride Out

This is what my coach recommended when running down hills.

Stride out.
I am nearing the bottom
My feet are weary, now that the longer legs of the journey are past
There are a lot of things that don't add up
just yet.
I am hanging in the air between strides
searching for whatever soil will support me
Seesawing over my soles
This rolling back of gravity is what I can count on
Keeps me on the ground
These upstarting hooves want to fly
I only learned how to stride with the wind.
To keep pace with a ghost
To run trials with a dirt devil
This is a competition of self
Of kicking legs outward
and seeing how long it takes
to fall.