Cr_tchf_e_d at H_NGM_N: The Slog of Legs Pushing Through Waves of Wet

7 Nov

I’m not sure if it’s because I just got back from a run myself, or the rain-heavy skies here in Indy today, or you know, maybe it’s just a good poem regardless of place or time, but this poem by Christy Crutchfield at H_NGM_N really got to something in me.

Today Everything is a Lake

The plan is to run until I can’t feel the weather, to be unconcerned
with these advancing puddles.

I want the sun to make everything endless, even if I learned to run in the cold.
The plan is to run

until you turn around and find me knee-deep in the water.
I’ll be the one sobbing

making noises I’ll never admit to. There will be ice in my shoes.

Read the rest at H_NGM_N.

(Pardon the funky line-wrapping, Christy.)

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3 Responses to “Cr_tchf_e_d at H_NGM_N: The Slog of Legs Pushing Through Waves of Wet”

  1. Christy November 7, 2011 at 2:20 pm #

    Hey, thanks!

    • ce. November 7, 2011 at 2:41 pm #

      Hey, thank you!

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  1. Crutchfield is on fire « - November 9, 2011

    […] do we vouch for the same author twice in one week here, but Christy Crutchfield has punched us in the sternum twice this week: first with “Today Everything is a Lake” at H_NGM_N, and now again with ‘He […]

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