Run.
Begin.
One foot after another.
No mind to it.
Chew gravel.
Feel the crunch.
Everything moving.
Houses. Trees. Cars. People.
No mind to it.
Pace up.
It's the wind, saying welcome.
I am here.
Feel it.
Its the blood on the stove.
Never simmered enough.
Its cooler now.
Its the air rushing through.
One foot after another.
Killing the mind.
Eat the road.
Its falling behind.
Oh the manic thudding.
Something is giving away.
Push it. Push it.
No mind to it. Pace up.
Its the burn. Cold fire.
One foot after another.
Oh brute will.
Its a wild blur.
Its flying.
The beckoning.
Answer.
The engine is failing.
Push it. Push it.
Unrelenting.
Take off.
One foot after another.
The plane changes.
This ground, this wind, this air
is holding you.
Look up.
The sky is all yours.
Penned Sunday, Feb 22, 2015
