To run in darkness is to touch the night
To run in darkness is to touch the night. Quiet bodies moving lithely, Cushioned and smoothed: Reebok on asphalt, In an unlit LA driveway, As a down-to-the-street-and-back Piece of this evening’s workout.
And here, in this safe little patch of shadow, I think of what it must have been like To run in the dark a long time ago. With lives, perhaps, dependent on Your hard, striding effort and breath hammering. Feet slipping, enemies closing.
To run in darkness is to touch the night.