Next Sunday runs the Hermann's Lauf
Thirty one kilometers
up mountains
and down
Runners, wanderers, and watchers
all alike
we welcome the Spring
and celebrate existence
I with my Nikon
snap incessantly
at the numbered figures
in lycra and spandex
clown wigs
and Cherusker helm
Standing between drunks
and Evangelicals
I know the name of normalcy
I fear nothing
more than nonexistence
