On days I run before dawn, my fav-
orite sight is blue-black becoming pink.
If it’s afternoon, I prefer feeling my legs
moving, quickly, through warmth. I think
I run therefore I am, but actually, I am
therefore I run, as our ancestors must
have, running from lions or toward lambs
or just the next meal. Really it’s a way to trust
the body, a method that outstrips cognition, just
neurons firing away. No better way to learn
the body is just a machine. A machine of lust,
and desire, wants, pure animal need. My turn
now to be just a body, not to see but to be,
the way that, running, the mind is finally free.
