Running
A man keeps running, deep in the forest
He’s fit and he’s clad in an athlete’s garment
He passes tall trees and low bush in the valley, he runs on foot paths along winding streams
Balanced, well-focused on each step he takes, he bothers least even of his own grand dreams
The one-eyed magpie sits on the footpath reflecting
Sublime she is, she goes on with her own daily routine
Never is she bothered of others, surely not of a human being
Though she’s seen this man before and let him go by passing
