Runner's high.....

In my early days of running I sat down one night and tried to describe what running meant to me, why I enjoyed it so much. 

The following poem trickled down the page. 

      

        Wildrunners

There are days

On paths that zig-zag

High into the hills

We pass beyond the pain,

Catch that tingling in the scalp

That tells us soon

We'll treadmill out of time,

Out of self.

      To rufflings of raven's wings

      We'll rise above the stones,

      Sail in the eye of the wind

      To worlds beyond the womb.

      In that transmigratory state

      That's neither flesh nor blood.

      Male or female, warm or cold,

      We'll run, like disembodied joys,

      The gauntlet of eternity.