a good run –

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 –