Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash
---- Leonard Cohen
Monday, December 7, 2009
Its all in the running, and not, in the reaching.
Some tog up, branded, top to toe, a hairband, to keep out non existent hair, a smart something, emblazoned on a piece of embossed acrylic announcing, their charity above the heart.
Singleminded steps, quadriceps climbing up and down, water drunk on the go, flung by the wayside, waving at friends at the Trident, as they turn along the sea.
And some, run , a bit late to start, rushing in from the train station. There were parents to help, children to dress, old socks to search, messages to give someone dependent on you;
They never got around to buying those tracks; last years should do.....
And so they run the Marathon of life, the charity, not emblazoned, but nestled in the heart, supporting a kid waving from the sidelines, a father, watching them on TV, as the mother brings him the medicines. They smile at the others, running, walking, helping others, to run, and walk.
The place at the top is a lonely one. And its so much more fun, crowding there....
Because everyone stands, holding on to the other, and each one rejoices in the win of the other.....
Like I said, Its all in the running, and not, in the reaching.