Being - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

There is still
A little morning chill
As the snorin’ Sonoran sun
Rises slightly
If not politely
Above the horizon
You increase the breathing
And center the being
As you move into
The geographic
There is a little traffic
The early rush to work
You just transform
The bob and jerk
Into the stride and glide
There is that nanosecond
That moment of reckoning
As you find yourself floating
Over the ground
And you’ve found
A smile wafting
Over your soul
You are transforming your being
Physically freeing
Your body and mind
Into a one of a kind
Spirit