THE RUNNER'S HIGH

By Rodney Rountree
circa 1981
(Poem #17 from "Poem Time Capsule")

The runner runs through the shadows of the night.
He runs not fast- He runs not slow.
His feet lift and fall in a steady thud-
Echoed by the rasp of his heavy breath.
He looks only where he runs,
But his eyes do not see
The hills, the trees. . ., the lake he runs right by.
On and on the runner goes,
His thoughts drifting casually- oblivious of the run.
The runner's body passes along,
And blends with the shadows of the night.

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