A Jog on a Rainy Day in Covid Times
It wasn’t about the jog.
It was about us, the park crazies,
who insisted on getting our park fix
despite the rain and despite
or because of everything else.
Caught by a heavy shower, we huddled,
distantly,
under the stadium roof: moms with
prams
doing burpees and checking on babies,
an older woman doing careful
stretches
and smiling shyly,
a man with earbuds dancing to some
music
we couldn’t hear and doing pull ups,
and then, jogging past us
with a heavy shuffle and an open
umbrella,
a grinning man, who sailed by in
slow-motion
and looked at us as if to say
what craziness – all this!
and all of us falling in with the
beat of that
craziness
craziness
craziness…