Poem a Day 2013 #13: What a Runner Sees


Poem number 13. I run pretty much every day. I see people. People see me.

What a Runner Sees

I see an early morning path

the sun through the trees

feel the breeze around my body

the up, down forward motion of my body.


She sees a sweaty, heavy breathing man

a threat, a potential attacker.


I see a queue of cars

one stressed driver per vehicle

going nowhere, belching fumes

a gap in the traffic to dart across the road.


They see another bloody runner

with nothing better to do

sprinting, flouting the road rules.


I see a koala, trotting the pavement languidly

looking for a way to climb the wire fence

to gum tree security

drivers gawking,  walkers gazing.


It sees an upright creature moving faster than it can

a foreign being, a predator, a dangerous animal.


I see people walking to offices

checking smartphones, gulping coffee

focussed on anything except the path ahead

minds cluttered with stress and trivia.


They don’t see me at all.


Copyright Mike Hopkins 2013

4 thoughts on “Poem a Day 2013 #13: What a Runner Sees

  1. Hi Mike . I read your running poem. Nice sentiments. Love all of that and want the kaola !!!I broke my arm but only a tiny break 1mm in the head of the radius. I fell running. I was with the running club so I was well looked after. Got a black eye, grazed knees,bruised left arm. Got my left arm in a sling. Its getting better all the time. Happened on Thursday and Tash was running with me. I cant drive at the mo but I think I should be able to work tmoz.Love Liz xx Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2013 06:33:02 +0000 To: lizevans@live.com

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