I was running early morning through the fields
I felt the sound the earth makes when it yield
Long, heavy rain sank softly through the soil
Where patient worms all eyeless quietly toil.
I saw the little birds awake at dawn
No longer could I feel the least forlorn
Even in a city there are Joys
In that silence underneath the noise.
Running home I found the pavements hard
Yet shared my breath with insects, snails and birds.
Yes insects breathe although they have no lungs.
As I run, I hear their tiny songs.
If we could breathe with our whole bodies too
What miracles a human being might do.
How my heart speaks 