Midnight Run I


Placid lake mirrors the cosmos.
Ducks nestle along its silent shore,
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.
Heart, lungs, and limbs sing in a harmony of well-being. . .
A joyous symphony within.


Seventy-seven years of running in solitude.
Each run a primal ancestral link.
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