The joy of a predawn run

Before the thought of dawn

I rise, stretch, and put my shoes on.

Out the door I go, grumbling,

creaking, plodding; I weigh a ton.

right…, left…, right…, left…

Pent-up frustrations, aggravations

cloud my head as I shuffle.

Yesterday’s anger, today’s tasks

I must now face as I’m huffing.

wash…, rinse…, repeat…

Poisons I bleed as the sweat

begins to cover my face.

Solutions I breed as my heart

rises to meet my pace.

Breathe In, Breathe Out

Morning wind washes my soul;

I begin to see nature.

Ordered thoughts, they pervade;

my spirit gains footing.

Wash, Rinse, Repeat

Sounds and smells of the dawn

take hold and drive me on.

Just the road and good karma

I feel; now I run!

RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT

As my legs tire from this pace

my mind races; thoughts on fire.

Of this predawn regimen

I will never tire.