Over Pronation
The book says to imagine
an invisible cord is pulling you up at the neck,
holding you in a straight line between earth and sky,
your feet rolling inwards,
as your heel strikes the ground,
your arch neither too flat nor too high.
You should be a weeble that doesn’t fall over,
your foot efficiently absorbing shocks,
your shins and hips rotating in alignment,
no strange wear on your trainers or socks.
But we all shift out of balance,
have too much stress,
or not enough leisure,
workaholic days,
or overdoses of pleasure.
Stuffing ourselves with fatty food,
or on too strict a diet,
over noisy neighbours
or a house that’s just too quiet.
Running yourself into the ground,
or barely running at all.
People never leaving you alone,
or out of friends that you can call.
Pronation is something you can control,
be aware when your life’s out of sync,
and you’re listing like a boat in the wind,
wobbly as a screen on the blink.
When things aren’t quite balancing,
when the right steps are passing you by,
imagine that invisible cord
pulling you up at the neck,
holding you straight between earth and sky.