Marathon

A runner in a headlong race,
determined to reach the finish line
with weights upon her back
and no wish to lessen the load
to streamline her course.

Along the sidelines, I extend a hand
with cool water to refresh
the runner's body and spirit.
But no, she swats it away;
she wants to finish the race herself.

I cannot stand and watch
from the side of the track,
watching the runner push on
without fear of dehydration
and simply do nothing.

So I will stand at the finish line,
ready to meet the runner
when her race is complete,
and then congratulate her
on her success.