sneakers laced up tight
double knotted
and tucked in to the left side of either shoe.
a ritual for the runner.
I’ve got this theory,
that people hate to run
because it gives them too much time alone
with themselves.
for me there’s always been something soothing there
no past
no future
even the ipod fades out to dim beat
not unlike the tic of a clock
beside your writing desk.
so im left with just the sound of my feet
the rhythm of my breath
and that refreshing taste of cool morning air
no past
no future
no thoughts
there are few finer things
than the emptiness of the road.