By Jason J. Yu
A stream of houses flying by.
As if on air with spirits soaring.
Across the heavens of an open sky.
On streets I breathe a runner’s high.
Where the rhythm of my heart, and the rhythm of my feet,
Create the beat of the heart of the street.
Where in my mind I find my transcending wings.
Long lost and wounded by the world around me.
And yet through blood, sweat, and tears they spread.
Imagination carries a sweet sensation on these wings.
Where I feel like moving faster than cars in the next lane.
And on these streets I run for peace.
To find a sense of myself I had lost for years and years.
And as I run, I gaze towards a boundless sky.
Which seems to open up towards a divinity unmatched by any.
And on these wings of imagination,
I run to feel even closer to a world of only God’s wonder.