The rhythm of life is a long-distance run,
Each step conveys movement with time, no suspension.
One or another chooses goal once begun.
With true hope one is paying attention
To the songs and the smells and rivers’ winding maps,
Vibrant streaks in the sky, the rain clouds’ contention.
But a twist, a knot, a notion of collapse
Invincibility exists, but in alternate places
Life mirrors the race, changes pace, perhaps.
But given trails and roads, brightly tied laces,
And the ever ticking clock can’t be undone,
Open eyes, immersed in miles, beside precious loving faces.