prana
running into a headwind,
stride hampered by the camber,
sand stings my face and legs
a rush of ozone in my nostrils,
salt upon my tongue
i read the rorschach patterns in the sand
of windstrokes and watermarks,
the runic prints of birds that passed before me
wind and blood roar through my ears
my heart is pumping; lungs expand and contract
knees and elbows are pistons driving
oh, my body is a beautiful machine
and the song it sings:
i’m alive
i’m alive
June 18th, 2008 at 9:04 pm
so invigorating!
June 19th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
thank you, that is exactly how i felt