The joy of steps upon the earth
That carry my body over space
Speak to me of magic birth
A look into a happy face.
To move is to connect sometimes
When all connections seem so weak
To feel the pain and bliss of it
In a body, foot to peak.
The sometimes burn and sometimes high
The easy and the harder things
The cramp, the sore, the warming sun
The sweat, the light and all it brings.
I think too much and not enough
And running brings me back to me
I lose the screens and all the thoughts
And find my peaceful harmony.