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That day
the world cracked
open
I went running
into it—
golden-crowned sky and clear air,
black spruce sprawling
across northern slopes
hiding moose
and lynx and wolverines.
  
I leapt over stones,
scared up grouse 
from the roadside,
and pumped my arms   
toward midnight
as the sun found its way
into crevices,
worked its rays  
through tangled roots,
pushed its heat            
deep
into river beds and  
bubbling springs, and    
stretched its fingers down
 
to the beginnings of water
on that day
the world cracked
open.
 
And I went on like that—
running with the sun
into the earth
where darkness collided
with light and churned
like breath inside of me,
beating together
as my heart
 
beating together,  
bringing me alive.