Poem 2

Long Run at Dawn

 

Dawn comes early

solstice glow time.

 

Birds calling when

December’s freeze

would silence the world.

 

Pink sky, distant islands

hope trying so hard

to push away doubt.

 

I wake up, do exercises

know they are a step

to get me past this broken hip

and though I won’t be running

at dawn…

 

I will be walking on a beach

feeling sand between my toes

with a recognition that this

precious life can change

with an unplanned fall

 

and a long run at dawn

may become a stroll

on the beach.