The Long Jog:
Running, head down,
a world goes past unseen.
A long run --
one sidewalk block, so many
A long long run,
just beyond a worm's horizon,
the next stride.
A long run.
I slow to a walk. The world
of trees comes back.
When running, one is apt not to pay much attention to the surroundings,
instead focusing in upon the body's exertions. But late in a very
long run, one may become very aware of surroundings - micro-surroundings,
such as the distance from one sidewalk block (or square of concrete
- called a "sett", some dictionary or crossword puzzle
told me once) to the next. It becomes easier to understand what
an earthworm's horizon might be, if he were stranded on the sidewalk.