Monday, November 24, 2014

Philadelphia Marathon, 2014--poem from 2012

Water stop, twenty-one miles

Hands, touching hands, reaching out

for water, Gatorade, communion of the weary, sweet
Caroline lyrics mixing in with hands reaching out cups,

some knocked away, spilled, imperfect contact.
They stream by, bones

now aching, footsteps slowing, eyes
reaching eyes, cups drained, then leave us, our guests, breaking

sometimes into dance and song, touching—
Gangnum style, lip sync, air mike, street theatre, hands clapping—

that which, in a dream  last summer,
brought them to this space.

Diane McManus
Dpmcmanus50@gmail.com


Written after 2012 Philadelphia Marathon--some of the music changed this year, but the feeling remains the same.