Pursuit

This is a revised version of a poem I wrote last year. The only poem I’ve written directly about running, it was published in the newsletter of the South Australian Masters Athletic Club in 2012.

Sometimes when I’m running

in my air cell gel shoes

dri- tech vest and shorts

down a dirt path

distracted by daily trivia

the sunlight

between trees

that strobe effect

triggers flashback glimpses

of a previous self

that 40 thousand year ago self

striding naked

but for an animal skin

hairy, mud caked

a spear in one gnarled hand

my calloused feet

untroubled by sharp stones

my mind focussed

on pursuit

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