running commentary

let’s have a conversation

that sounds like our bare feet

beating the pavement

as we run as fast

as God made us able

because that’s a language

we both understand

and need no words for.

the language of burning alive

like stars and glory.

but i’m afraid

from admiration

or some sensation

of trying to imagine

a mind with sight

like a kaleidoscope.

i’m a little hazy, i know

but i feel that you’d

see through my argument

like air without oxygen

and that clouds my mind

still further.

yet the fierce joy of striving

the exhilaration of winning

that’s a vocabulary

we both comprehend.