I am not a runner
Written by Rosie Allabarton on Sunday the 2nd of December 2012
but as I lie on my side
waiting for sleep to come
because nothing else has
for the longest of times,
it's like I've been running
I am on the run
and I've been caught mid-stride, mid-leap
one foot tucked under a thigh,
arms
outstretched, expectant, in welcome
or for balance
and I try for the longest of times
to remember what it's like
to lie side-by-dangerous-side
and stop all this running.