It’s about as difficult as you’d think,
running with a mirror held up to your face
an arm’s length away, bobbing with pounding steps.
I try to keep an eye on my feet
and the foot or two of ground I find
in front of them.
It’s amazing how few dangers you can spot;
pebbles and stumps and even shadows sometimes
win. And I trip and I dust off and I rise and I keep
running with this stupid thing in front of me.