Spectacular red dawn clouds
Reflecting on the windows
Of a house as I run past
A sick man is inside
I wonder if he sees the colours with any more wonder than I
Are they reflected even now
On the pupils of his eyes
As he lies in that bed?
Knowing of his illness
I send blessings
Deeply grateful for the ability to run
On a morning like this
Well
Fresh
And feeling 25
Despite being closer to 50
May I always be this healthy
Right up until I’m dead.
Health is everything
The rest is just in your head
