There will come a day
When you view the grocery store circular with anticipation
Its expected suspenseful arrival each week
What will the free item be?
How much will avocados cost?
And isn’t there something you’ve been needing but couldn’t quite name
Imploring your attention from these glossy pages?
In those days
You will find yourself
Sitting across the table from your lover of accumulated years
In the Chinese buffet or the Mexican restaurant
With little to say
That you haven’t said already
In one way or another
And, past the days of longing glances,
You will choose handheld devices
And plans for the next week
To fill the mundane gap between you.
When that day comes
Take up running.
You will surprise yourself
With the power and endurance
You’ve already built up.
You’ll go to bed eager for the morning
Bound out into the dawn
Pound the pavement
Breathe and sweat and move
Don’t ask yourself
Whether you are running away
Or running to catch up
Or running towards some forgotten hope.
Trust me on this.