Two poems a day is brutal, but I'll try.
Here's my poem #8, inspired by my run yesterday with my pops.
Sunday Run with Dad
I remember as a child, watching as you’d set out
For another morning run, wishing my legs
Would sprout like beanstalks so I could follow
You into that jungle of streets and country roads,
That place you go to disappear into yourself.
And now I can. Running shoes on my feet,
Hair in a ponytail, my legs always in motion
Like yours. Today, I’m just one step behind.
We’re a pair of shadows separated by a generation,
You with a stoic fatherly silence that fades
To conversation as we pass these miles,
The hours we spend together on the road,
And me, with a heart that can never drink
Enough of you, that knows our time is finite.
Today, we set out for six miles into the sun
That promises to swelter, to turn the distance
Into a shimmering lake, to drown us both
In south Texas heat. You weather everything
With leather skin, a grimace and a groan.
You’ve taught me well: to know your father
Is to know yourself. I’ll always chase you,
Run in the coolness of your shadow,
Hoping to catch up, to find myself
Between the beats of your relentless heart.