128/365 : New Balance

I run
Not to anywhere,
Not away from anybody.
I run just to run,
To make my heart wham,
My eyes blur,
My side pain sharply.

I slow down at last,
Gulping the sweet air,
Almost crying . . .

I'm crazy.

But there was nobody ahead of me
Down that whole, long, waiting stretch of
sun-bare sidewalk!

Oh, it was like a bird flying,
Like a song,
Like a shout!

I was freedom.

-Afternoon in March
Jean Little