Thursday, September 29, 2011


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.