and so I run

and so I run,
to feel the step
take form,
from ground
to flight
to ground;

and so I run,
to feel this form
move and change
and stay rooted,
in something
that I cannot name;

and so I run,
so I can hear
the wind rush in
and out,
lifting me
to places
I never dreamed of;

and so I run
so I can feel
my pounding chest
engraving its love
for this one life
in every cell;

and so I run,
for as I move
from here
to anywhere,
I break into barriers,
and build bridges
where there were none;

and so I run,
so this sweat
not wiped clean as yet,
pours out of my pores,
and fall as an offering
to this ground
that carries me forth
always;

and so I run,
for a nameless
formless cause,
that I can only feel
in those moments
when I can run -

not away,
not towards,
not because or for,
but only to feel alive,
and to know I want
to simply run.