Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The Pace

Snare, soft toe land
Top hat, breathe in
Bass, breathe out
Push, pull from within

A click, a faster trip
Wind around me
Engulfing chills
Horizon is all I see

Gravel crunching beneathe me
Exhaling release
Sweet freedom

1 comment:

  1. This is a lovely poem. It reminds me of jogging and the freedom one feels from moving towards something as simple as a horizon or a goal. I also like the connection you make between playing the drums and keeping pace while running, or at least what I see as running. Both require an inner rhythm that is calming to the soul. Nice job!

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