Poem: Luck

I never run out of air

To run on.  The cartoon cliffs
I run off

Retreat behind me and I run on.
When I’m lost in an openness of sky,
Suddenly I feel

Sudden earth beneath my feet
And I run on.

When I’m lost and lonely,
With no clear eyes to hold me,
And the valley far below me
Stretches hands out for my feet,

The air between my toes
Solidifies
And I
I’m still running – I am still alive.

25 September 2003