The Race -

The Race -


Across the sky
A streak of light
The moon hangs low
Between day and night


Quiet reigns
The world at peace
Houses dark
Everyone sleeps


A single soul
Or so it seems
Breaks the night
While others dream


No words to say
Music sounds
Running shoes
Strike the ground


Labored breath
Pulls in air
Muscles move
Strength to spare


A distant sound
Flash of light
An engine purrs
And slows the stride


Runner moves
Continues on
A race against
The coming sun


Miles pass
Hills are climbed
Stoplights blink
In perfect time


Rabbits pause
Eating grass
Raccoons watch
The runner pass


Shapes emerge
Black to gray
Stars blink out
Soon its day


Legs are tired
Digging deep
Getting close
Sweat does streak


Dawn is near
Paints the sky
Darkness wans
Runner flies


The final push
Muscles burn
Down the hill
Through the turn


A final glance
Sun stays down
Runner smiles
The race is won