I went for a run catching the wind on the forest floor Soothing, waving away steam from warm leg muscles Grounding me, a miniature figure against the trees They bend into each other, Shading me from the harsh sun My breath in rhythm with movement
This routine that felt foreign today like my heart decided to sit on a cloud Half here, half there I've been on this trail a hundred times I could map it out with my eyes closed Almost -- A certain wistfulness floats over me It has stayed for days
Gently nudging, Asking for excavation, I wonder If wisteria trees cried when pruned Or if they bore the pain Simply for the landscaper's touch
The cold front is coming, I can feel it in my chest Things are a bit slower, my mind drifts back And stays It lingers on summer cherries and ocean waves
A flash of sunbeam brings me back To the steady beat of feet on packed soil I loosen into a jog -- Breathing it all in knowing that This will last forever
I walked into the past Observing, turned up stones Many things have collapsed in past autumns I still feel them in my bones, Rattling like loose change I always thought that if I filled up this jar To the brim and tamped it down There'd be no room left for the relentless jangling...
Now, Well, I don't know It’s foreign, possibly rare
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 