Thursday, June 26, 2014

Running toward the Sun

I am running toward the sun,
the bright, hidden star
at the far end of the universe,

collecting improbable stories
on my way (tales of erratic wonder)
though I cannot know

if I am the observer or the observed.
Each footstrike lifts me higher
until the earth becomes

a seed, secret and recluse,
a forgotten child far on the
horizon of a misplaced eternity.

Michael James Fitzgerald

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