Investigating New Territory Through The World of Writing
Only the balls of her feet hit the ground
For an instant
Before the other leg swings through
Pulling her forward,
Not thinking about behind,
Not worrying about ahead,
Her feet pound the pavement,
steady like a train engine
pushing through teeth
helps her keep the balance.
Tunes fuel her engine,
keeping her focused.
For a moment,
She is distracted by the biker
who races by.
The runner looks longingly at the wheels so easily moving.
It looks effortless.
The biker wavers as the front tire of her bike hits a hole in the pavement.
Causing the bike to teeter,
the rider, to panic
Her shoulders jerk hastily,
trying to recover from her miscalculation.
The runner hungers for the bike,
for an escape from this drudgery
For a destination
other than the monotony of this path.
A car passes.
A familiar smile and a wave create a snapshot of encouragement
Music energizes the runner to keep pushing ahead.
The woman in the car rests her head in her bunched up fist,
Her elbow balances on the edge of the window of the car
The other hand suddenly steers out of the way of the
pothole that comes out of nowhere.
She yearns to be the runner on the path,
free from her obligations to pick up her sons from soccer.
Later, she plans to get on her treadmill.