Still i run
though i am slow
so slow it is the first of October
two thousand and fifteen
and still this road i run
for more than half my longish life
with many stops along the way
and always off i go again
for when i run this gravel road
i am not a boy imperiled by love
in this hour i am free.
Yet see the ground
forever formed
by what it used to be.
—with a line by Andrew Saviano
