Together, before daylight is delivered,
we run in October’s transforming dark.
Sleepily, but as devoted as automatons,
we misread our pace in this shadowless otherworld.
The familiar road is reconstructed in our memories;
our footfalls become unsure, imprecise –
eyes widen and we are suddenly alien-like!
The river prattles, the birds not yet in flight.
Indistinguishable phantoms arch and curve ahead.
Though bright miles are measured,
darkness remains our homeland.
We are together, we are running, we are virtuous.