Easy Stride

First run of spring, lungs remember cold Feet find pavement like they never forgot Not racing anyone, not chasing time Just the rhythm my body already knows It comes back easy when you don't force it The stride that carries, the breath that opens Not fighting forward, just leaning in To what was always here, waiting Sunrise breaking on the reservoir Runners pass me with their wars I'm just grateful that my legs still work That the morning showed up asking nothing It comes back easy when you don't force it The stride that carries, the breath that opens Not fighting forward, just leaning in To what was always here, waiting Maybe motion isn't earned Maybe movement is the gift You don't have to prove deserving You just have to show up What was always here Always here