RUNNING ON THE WORLD
Geneva
I run the lake with three Swiss guys
and try to talk German in 7:30 miles.
My pulse thumps in my head.
Servetus burned for what I know.
Salt Lake City
A pleasant old cop tells me at 6 AM
no jogging in Temple Square.
Over the bowl of morning mountains
God is doing his leg stretches.
Valley Forge
You can run the five mile path on a winter evening
griping about the cold and your sore feet.
Mountain Home Veterans Cemetery,
Johnson City, Tennessee
I am the road I run,
my feet call you to memory.
You were Manassas and San Juan Hill,
Ardennes, Bataan, Inchon, Khe Sanh.
You are the green earth of Tennessee,
You are the road I run.