Mind Chasing Feet

12.28.2007 (801 ohio, urbana)

 

mind chasing feet

 

Armed with gloves, capped with mittens.

I set out today, to go for a run.

 

The air was cold, iced over with what

forecasters would call a wintry mix. 

 

Soon after my first few paces, I realized:

this run was set to take me out.

 

It seemed as though my feet were guiding me.

A patterned beat of feet grinding against concrete.

Memories that only muscles know of.

 

My feet took me on a journey through

memories that my body had not

lived in for seemed centuries.

 

Each footprint that I left behind on this icy day,

with them stayed memories, thoughts:  proposed dreams.

 

It was if my feet were forcing my mind to say goodbye. 

But amongst the vivid reliving of moments past,

I was able to say hello to someone who had been misplaced, me.

 

There I lay stretched out galloping in a summer sun

across a flowery field that chirped with a summer wind.

 

Hello me, I called out between beats.

Hello you, I stammered back between breaths.

 

As we greeted, our footsteps aligned in paced out distance,

the shadow of a former self entered into a body that still exists.

 

Although that trek on a December day ended long ago,

I was armed with my own presence

I was able to say goodbye.

I was able to say, hello. 

 

 

 

 

Kevin M. Reader

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

The poem contains a variety of theme inside it. The style is reflecting thought process while breathing the December day it is a salient style in your modern poem; writing like this but not losing the poetic expression.

[Jenny Davis]

This is VERY interesting...you have found yourself through a "journey." Well written :)

[Jillian Alexis (has bee..]

Havent been on this thing for a while now and was lookin forward to gettin on here and reading some of ur new writing and i must say i really like this one! i love running i can relate to this feeling. Amazing write. hope everything is well for you!