by Justine C. Tajonera
When she talks about running
there is no her and the running,
there is only the running.
The sound of the leaves
beneath her feet,
the sound of running water,
the sound of the wind
are all one
with the running.
She does not talk of running
as pleasant or kind
or pretty.
She talks about it with
grit and balance and
a sense of being
grounded.
Her running is not in her
soul,
it is her soul,
bare and free,
a total loss and
an absolute enlightenment
that finds no
words,
only bone and muscle
and the beat
of her
heart.
(Feb. 24, 2010)
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