A Poem by Angie Funtanilla

A poem about running, come rain or shine.

By on April 18, 2023 | Comments

[Editor’s Note: This Community Voices piece is a poem by lifelong runner, Angie Funtanilla.]

The winds have died down and
Apparently so have I.

A bit rattled I was yesterday,

What — with the frenetically whipping winds
You’d be too.

I ran anyway,
It didn’t matter,
It never does.

I mean the weather, of course.

Windy hot humid Sad,
Rainy cold Happy.

It can all come as it may,
And it does.

Year after year, no matter where
I find myself,

I lace up the kicks. That’s what I do.

Not for a should or a prize or to adhere to some schedule.

Unless you can call my heart’s desire a schedule.

That’s when I go then, regardless.

Black and white photo of woman running on a road in the rain.

Angie Funtanilla undeterred by a rainy day. Photo courtesy of Angie Funtanilla.

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