Beauty in the Breakdown
Running, pounding feet
To the beats coursing through my
Mp3
Cushy shoes grip the spaces between
Mud, tree roots and slippery rocks
Feet take turns finding
Where each sole must fall
For its landing
To be perfect
On this curving and rolling
rainforest trail
Ginger charges ahead of me,
Jo Jo trots behind and
We are a pack,
ingesting the air
in thick,
sublimely-saturated
huffs
Our every move is a dance
to the rhythm of the simplest elements
Wetness on skin is both sweat and rain
The dogs have vines wound up in their tails
We are Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
And sensations are rich,
as throbbing signals
Push their way
through our veins
When our path comes to an end,
And before getting back in the car,
We three lay happily entangled
atop sopping foliage beds
covered in the dirty glow of
our hard working hearts
We are Panting
Panting
Panting
Just Being
Supremely Alive,
And this is the greatest blessing
Any of us can know.
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