I took a jog recently,
you know the kind with all the right gear
and the temperature
seemed ready to suggest
this human being is part of the machine.
From inside my mind, decidedly
I picked a route far too familiar, that place, that region
where everyone wants to land
and no one takes the time to question why,
we just let ourselves step forward again.
It isn’t until later on a quiet side road
everything is familiar,
the aches in our joints,
the sweaty brow we cannot seem to hide,
we are all the same again inside.
Tonight I heard words that would suggest a different path,
one that appreciates my steps alone, my words, my world.
© Thom Amundsen 6/2021