Mermaid
Sometimes you run
until your feet feel mermaid pain
and joints grind bone-on-bone
like calcium clockwork
and that's the moment
you don't know you've been waiting for
and you run five, ten miles
more than planned,
mind lost in the rushing sea; senses
sharpened by salted wind raw from dawn
footsteps balance the earth's shift.
You're semi-aware, endorphins
loosen your senses to drift
mindless clouds through a hazy sky,
sense of self solidified in motion.
Coded in muscle, you point
outside, inside your body; ego
dissolved in runner's high.
There's a reason she never
returned under the sea.
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