The Beauty of the Tarahumara Long Run

the sternum of the heavy chest
is the thorax of a spider which eats the sun
becoming breath
thoughts fall like ribbons on the path
the gait of power
see it secret

under the stream between you

for a long time
my people have been running
around the moon
around the night

the cats are lazy gods
and the cursor
is a runner

at ten I ran a long time
away from my home
for a minor grievance
like a smoking hole
each nut and berry
is a mouth

I then met a cactus
and fell in love
sinking beneath the earth
each story
part of a breath

they just happen
along the way