While I Run (or Why I Bother)

I was gearing up to go.

Someone asked why I’m so slow.

“Running is an exercise.”

(I take it for scoping skies.)

Some days earthworms just abound.

I dare you to step around.

Turkey, snake, and deer I see;

they’re quite bored with li’l old me.

Once sensations I took down.

Here are some that I had found:

I saw swarms of frenzied gnats;

heard frenetic, angry yaps;

smelled mimosa, syrup-sweet;

felt a gentle, cooling breeze;

tasted naught - no salty sweat:

must not have pushed myself yet.