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HEARTBEAT
By Sharon Creech

FOOTFALLS

Thump-thump, thump-thump
bare feet hitting the grass
as I run run run
in the air and like the air
weaving through the trees
skimming over the ground

touching down
thump-thump, thump-thump
here and there
there and here
in the soft damp grass

thump-thump, thump-thump
knowing I could fly fly fly
but letting my feet
thump-thump, thump-thump

touch the earth

at least for now …


MAX

Sometimes when I am running
a boy appears
like my sideways shadow
from the trees he emerges
running
falling into thump-thump steps
beside me.

Hey, Annie, he says
and I say, Hey, Max
and we run
fast
and
smooth
and easy
and we do not talk
until we reach the park
and the red bench
where we rest.

Max is a strange boy
thirteen
a year older than I am
deeply serious
determined.

He's in training
he says
in training to escape.


BEFORE I WAS BORN

My mother says
I was running running running
inside her before I was even born.
She could feel my legs whirling
thump-thump, thump-thump
and she says that when I was born
I came out with my legs racing
as if I would take off
right then, right there
and dash straight out of her life.

She says it made her laugh
and it scared her, too,
because she'd only just met me
and didn't want me to race away
quite so soon.

She says I've been
running
running
running
ever since-or nearly ever since-

I ran before I crawled
I ran from dawn to dusk
And sometimes at night
she would see my legs still restless
as if I were running
in my sleep
through my dreams.

I tell her not to worry
that I will always come home
because that is where
I get my start.