I just can’t believe you think you are way out there running sustaining the last gasp of a bush- bash down a kangaroo track working hard to burn twice as fast thinking your muscles – that old-thrill industry – will clag a way – your way – on – even from the other side of the valley I can see you are the track, the broken line of the track – right now! – but you think you are out there sustaining a pace in a place thinking the broken line belongs to you – you – because you broke it into pieces into GPS co-ordinates fence lines calorie-counted progress on piston-fists pumping on oxygenated blood feeding a brain forward – and from the other side of the valley I am tense about the future – I am tense about the endorphin-push of progress – that this easy-amnesia now will forget to track the body beneath its feet – and you will forget – you will stack-it down some other spine – a spine sustaining our pace – impossible – a place out there and when you get back – done – half a charged calf of sun-light left – you will say on the broken line of a breath snatched from the lungs of the world, I had a good run out there –
From: Vol.10 N.01 – The Transformative Now
a good run –
by
Brent Cantwell