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
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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