Running is
Hard
Dirt, pounding up to meet you
Stopped only by your
Soft
Soled Shoes
Bouncing
Breats and
Heaving
Breath
The silence of the rainforest
Drowned out by the
Tangle in your head
And the
Running
Like the wind
Whistling in your ears.
Dripping, trickling, rushing,
Water gushing, gushing,
The falls
Pick yourself up again and
Run
Run
Run
Somewhere between the tortoise and the hare.