Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

His article appeared some years ago,
a man who tried to be a runner and
who’d documented all the steps he’d planned
to wake up extra early & to slowly
move in new directions, shifting toe-
from-heel (instead of side-from-side in grand
commitment to a status quo that landed
him, at middle age, too deep below
the higher goals his life had hoped to know).
And even when he paused – for sometimes weeks –
between his runs, each sole determined breath
that jogged again breathed grace to forward go—
and isn’t that how resurrection sneaks
again to life and makes us failure’s death?

The poem is strong and well structured.

And even when he paused – for sometimes weeks –
between his runs, each sole determined breath
that jogged again breathed grace to forward go—
and isn’t that how resurrection sneaks
again to life and makes us failure’s death?

( The best lines.)