April 18, 2013
The runner’s the disciple of travel,
Ambassador from determination;
All the wars a runner fights are civil,
The self-turned challenge, the primal agitation.
We tritely say that running signs the human
Spirit, community of close-stepping pack,
Second wind as individual omen,
We measure with matched morals on the track.
The marathon has its doubly special place,
One ancient courier blessed Coubertin’s rostrum;
Seek the best of and from us at the race,
The world in shared stride on the course at Boston.
That flag row at the finish, rippling yet calm
Must not presage the terror and the bomb.
Photo by Aaron “tango” Tang.