run

2025

racing is such strange humanity 
the school of fish that we become 
the occasional salmon swimming upstream
among the throngs of
one foot in front of the other 
the uplifting best of us
scribed and telegraphed
into the thrumming current
of borrowed hope and energy
of battles and camaraderie
the itch to cure some 
question that has yet to be
quelled propelling

we inhale
we aspire
we grit our teeth
we chew on the pain
we press 
on

after all 
what could be 
more human 
than to 
run