This poem was inspired by Christopher McDougall’s book, Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen.
A whisper in the wind
Chilling as he passes
Gathering impressions left in life
Leaves rustle as he darts
A running partner for the unaware
Erasing their footprints with a swipe of his hand
And gathering fallen hairs
Saving them from another life spent retracing steps
Arsenio Franklin 