Nat Runs Far pulls out every visceral running feeling in this gorgeous poem.

I Am Runner

Warm, hard packed earth beneath my feet

Sky blazing blue

The sound of a hawk cheering

Sun beating down

I hear my even breathing

My time to grind, think…dream

Push the pace hard, just to that patch of violet flowers

Slow it down to peep and see the deep cornflower sea

Pick it up again, crest the long hill

Fly down the other side

I am free.

I’m fast, I’m slow, I’m strong, but never in a million years weak.

One step out the door

Releases a whole world of possibility.

I am she.

I am runner.

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