A POEM A DAY 230
Runner’s High The road unfolds, a ribbon thin,Each breath a match, each stride a win.The ache arrives, then slips away,Like doubt that cannot choose to stay.My lungs complain, my calves ignite,The mind says stop—my feet say fight.Then somewhere past the counted mile,The body breaks into a smile.The world goes quiet, sharp and clear,The pounding heart…
A POEM A DAY 229
The Shape of Remembering When I close my eyeshe is not gone.He arrives in pieces—the slope of his shoulders in lamplight,the way his laugh started in his chestbefore it reached his mouth.I see his hands first.Always his hands.The small scar he never explained.The way they steadied the worldwithout trying to.Sometimes he is younger,sometimes older.Memory does…
A POEM A DAY 228
The Crossing The black river carries the journeymanwithout asking his name.Its water is ink-dark,quiet as a held breath.He steps in,and time loosens its grip.No yesterday clings to his ankles.No tomorrow pulls at his sleeve.The current knows another place—not ahead,not behind,but between.Here, the sky pauses mid-thought.Stars forget their order.Memory and desire sit side by sidewithout arguing.The…
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