Alessio Zanelli

The Runner poem
Bolsterstone Road drops into Bradfield Dale, South Yorkshire, England

The Runner

On feet of dreams the runner’s headed to land’s end.
She knows the horizon keeps receding while she’s running,
but she runs as though it didn’t.
A finish line is not her aim.
Along the pathway time’s not measured in seconds but in paces,
in fact a runner’s time and space commingle.
The run will come to a stop where dreams dissolve,
and dreams don’t hinge on time or space
but on the run itself.
Land’s end is but a moving sight, the pathway a circle.

First published in Adelaide (USA)