Morning Exercise.....a poem

MORNING EXERCISE
By Elizabeth Stoeckel


Run, ride, peddle, step.
Going, going
getting nowhere fast.

The heart struggles to meet the demands
of the determined and sometimes rebellious body.

I smile, and then laugh
at the many pairs of flailing limbs
as they are reflected in the mirrored walls.

We move independently together.
Going, going
getting nowhere fast.


May, 2006