I descend the hallway stairs As the only motion this morning In dormant passages and space. Sweatband tightens around my head's Circumference. With water in me, I am ready Yet my mind explodes thoughts To have me reconsider my determination To exercise. Following disorganized stretches, I trot and pant away, With the intention of completion in mind But the burden of self-propelling in sweat. The sun follows me every foot-length Like a security camera always operating And constantly watching. Only in this case, if I stop running, I am caught and burned.
From my poetry journal; a poetical description of how I interpret my recent morning jog cycle.