Tuesday, 16 October 2012

The last to leave

Running at the stadium at dusk is my favourite thing to do
The sun descends slowly to call it a day
Colouring the cloud with spectacular artistry
The call to prayer rings from a distant mosque
Calming as it wails through time and space
The last of the regular joggers leave
And it's just me and the darken track
All I can hear is the rhythmic pounding of my shoes on the pavement
The orchestra of crickets cheers me on
All I can see is the track stretching into the darkness
Forever a step away from me
My heart pounds in sync with my body
My mind blanks like a new born
The past left behind and the future surrendered to the unknown
All there is, is the present, step pounding step
It's moment like this that I am
... at peace...