Running is originated by roads.
A word runs in his brain,
and turns out to be running.
Roads are at the top, in the middle and at the bottom;
or in the sky, on earth or inside a body.
A man can actually run on his own body,
from head to feet;
from his left hand to the right;
from skin to blood.
A man can even run from his own past
to that of another person;
and from there to his own future.
At the same time he runs backwards
from destination to the starting point
on his hands.
When a part of his body stays still,
other parts keep running.
The living replaces the dead;
the the distressed replaces the comforted;
the more replaces the less;
the lost replaces the one having found the path;
Most days he stays put
and keeps running
in the other word;
in the other brain.
About the author:
Chen He is a much celebrated Chinese poet and essayist. His poetry is collected in The Jade and his essays in Among Fine Grasses. His poems are selected in many important anthologies.
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