Extracts from a runner’s notebook

Now, as before,
the path traverses        

the mountain’s shifting cloak                                  
of light and shadow.                                                 

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That stillness, deep as strata,
of which the mountain
is made.

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Heat travels in waves
from the earth –

for now, the sound
of his footfalls, his breathing,

the cool
of an inner oasis,

keeps
him going.

- Eduard Burle