A Poem About Running
You sent me a poem about running
which someone had written – not you –
just because you liked it,
and thought I might too.
Then you turned and ran
far across landscape and sea,
huge strides clearing the distance
to a ship that sailed off without me.
The running of time is uneven
with many pauses for breath.
But you were quick. I don't know
if you ran towards life or death.
You'd expect me to write you a poem.
You know that's what I do.
Here it is, if you ever come looking –
a poem about running, for you.
Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Running