Running Poem

There is a rhythm in my chest

Like the beat of old jazz drums;

It keeps me on my feet

Keeps me light on my toes, dancing

‘Til the first rays of sunrise

Roll over empty night streets.

Melodies in the dawn

Like waves to ride on:

Sail gently on my mind,

Use my limbs for the oars.

The breath of beat and melody

Is no different from

The sound of the sea,

When it settles into the song of

Racing hearts

And the mind’s waters reflect

The light of both moon and sun.