This is a gut-level poem, Judy. A glimpse of 'inside' that only poetry can give, I think.I remember my very first principal. He and I used to often sit and philosophize after school. I shared with him some hopes and dreams, told him I wanted to move to the 'big city.' He told me that I would find nothing more in the 'big city' than I found right there. All can by found anywhere. It is the PERSON, not the place, that makes the difference. My first principal died a few years ago. We exchanged Christmas cards for decades, but I always remembered these words that he spoke when I was only 21. We cannot run away from ourselves.
I like what Mary wrote. I am running out of breath Honey.
So true, Mary. I see that you and I had similar visions for the prompt of running. I like what your principal said. It's a good thing to remember. I'm so glad you had this friendship with him for the rest of his life. Bill, I know, I'm tired, too. :)
Nice seeing Bill in your blog, Judy! Hope you both are catching your breath now and settling in for the long haul!
Judy, I hope that this time you have run to the right place!
Mary, I am thrilled to that Bill is reading my poetry and blog and commenting. :0) Diane - Thanks. I hope this is the right choice finally, too.
We all run for so many reasons and you described it so well here Judy. Wonderful poetry.
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