Embodied Movement

The joy of steps upon the earth

That carry my body over space

Speak to me of magic birth

A look into a happy face.

To move is to connect sometimes

When all connections seem so weak

To feel the pain and bliss of it

In a body, foot to peak.

The sometimes burn and sometimes high

The easy and the harder things

The cramp, the sore, the warming sun

The sweat, the light and all it brings.

I think too much and not enough

And running brings me back to me

I lose the screens and all the thoughts

And find my peaceful harmony.