the act of running

it is cold and dark
street lights struggle
to penetrate a mist
hovering above the road
i am warm, a burning fire
in a block of ice
one foot follows another
red hot rods of
pulsating energy made of
sinew, muscle, blood, life
creating a sense of togetherness
with the world
a feeling of being
at one with nature
mind and body as one
in effortless motion
allowing me to appreciate
the simple act of running
that is denied to so many