Reasons to Run
In the east a planet hangs low in the sky,
A silver apple ready to be plucked.
Last week it was robins. This week
Squirrels—how long since I’ve seen a rabbit?
The lake mirrors the slate blue sky.
And what do I mirror?
Am heartbeat, am steady, am certain
That no one can see me now
Dancing as I run to Aretha
Like the sweet morning dew
I took one look at you,
And it was plain to see
you were my destiny… you, still
and asleep and dreaming; fleet foxes,
a star in your mouth, moonlight
in your bed.
Editor’s Note: The surreal imagery in this poem beautifully mirrors the way the mind wanders while running, while also allowing the reader a glimpse into the life of the speaker.