Running at Dawn

It is dawn
the weather mild
the air is cool

Lovely
in a word
says it all

The only sounds
are those of birds
waking to the light

A squirrel scoots
past as if
late for work

Amidst this tranquil canvas
a runner brushes by,
an iPod at his side

His mission, to complete
some miles as part
of a fitness plan

His breathing measured
his speed slow and steady
feeling his soul on the road

The lone runner keeps moving
forward on pace in
his personal nirvana

June 29, 2009