Midnight Run I
Placid lake mirrors the cosmos.
Tilapia glide within its dark depths.
On a thin branch, a heron dreams in moonlight.
Drifting through a hushed, surreal world,
My body moves without volition, to its inner rhythm.
A joyous symphony within.
Seventy-seven years of running in solitude.
Each run an investment in body, mind and spirit.
Each run a journey through creativity.
Each run a dance – of my heart with itself.
Each run an unfolding infusion of peace.
Truly free, my mind cannot grasp this profound beauty.
-William Walsh 2017