Click Poem by Stevie Taite

Click

Now let us wind back
to a runner who wishes
to empty her head
of uncomfortable things

tying laces,
earphones in
blasting up tunes
hollering see ya
to the kids
in their rooms

then promptly reminded
she is very alive;
lungs and muscles
chastising loudly
but this suffering
is easy

one pain
subduing
the other.

Head down
pounding heart
pounding feet
pushing herself.

Sublime strength
pushing ahead

in synergy
with the pull
of enduring
memories.
























The horizon rights itself
from her deep pondering;
eyes widening receptively

as the river approaches.

Quiet tarmac becomes
the chomp and scuff
of loose stone.
The sheen of silvery water
brushing the skyline;
fine masts swaying
reaching to heaven.

A conjuring universe swirls
revealing these moments
again and again. She is

awakened to serenity
convinced each time
it happens that the art
of this landscape
has been crafted for her
as a gift…

Leaning on thighs
composing herself
aware of each breath.

Humble beauty
seized perfectly
in a heart beat.
One touch of a thumb
a quiet click, click
and a quick review

then her journey
by the river
into the rest
of her life
can resume.