Running



It's about breathing. And it's about
ivy, elderberries and lichen,
about the sound of feet thudding damp earth.
And fields of wheat stalks and rain-soaked hedges.
A honey-coloured foal on the other side of a fence.
The turn in a path that takes you deeper
into the woods, into yourself. About
leaving home and coming home,
and all the roads you've ever taken,
and all the roads that lie ahead.