I Run, "Why?"

- By Maureen Baraka Bonfante

I run, with the sun on my face.

With, rain rapping on my shoulders.

Like a rabbit or gazelle.

Like a puma or panther.

Predator or prey.

Right foot.

Left foot.

Gently fall.

Barely a whisper on falling leaves.

Breathe.

One.

One-Two-One.

Inhale in, one-two.

Exhale out.

Gel tabs, check.

Inhaler for just in cases, check.

Riccola, check.

Water, check.

“No Nonsense,” say my socks.

“No nonsense indeed!”