He Runs

This is a short poem about the experience of running.


One leg flying outwards in front and one leg in the air trailing behind but in motion with each leg repeating the task as the other lapses half a cycle behind. In constant motion.

Impact followed by free flight. Liberating, breathing deeply, flowing like a zephyr, meeting other souls in flight; its amazing this feeling. How fast am I going?


Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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