here it is

I haven't written a post in a while just because. So here it is. I'm settled cozily in my friend Terra's apartment, spent from a run to See Canyon and back. So my wandering thoughts have had time to settle, in my bodies incapability to do. And I find happiness. Right here in this place. It is seeping out of my calloused feet and weary calves. It is felt in my pounding heart. And it is heard in the silence. This joy asks me to be still in its presence. And I know that it is filling the room around me, right up to the 12' ceilings and bursting up the stairs and out towards the kitchen as well. And maybe it was hear all along, and I just didn't happen to notice till this moment.

a series.

north

endless blue water
interrupted by
red and yellow stripes
running through the window
dashing across our view
unheeded

forrest capped hills
and snow capped mountains
sliced by black lines
that jump up and down
as we move on

the pale stark sky
is seen through barren branches
of trees which have forgotten leaves
in their delight of the cold

Skinny brown giants appear
every couple seconds
and the red, yellow and black stripes
join us
in our journey north


of a life well lived

immobile
resolute
fierce
the trees are not moving

they stand in agreement
of a life well lived
of a purpose understood
they are the conifers
the air breathers
the dwelling place of creatures
great and small

and they need no words
to demonstrate their fervor
their stiff backs align and
their hands wave gently as if to say
"if you know the way of the forrest,
you may come and dwell with us"

a quiet surrender

snow
is not much more
than a quiet surrender
to all that is holy.
and still.

It pleads our branches
to bend under its weight
and we surrender our strength

It carpets the earth with whiteness
in a hope to heal
the scars that have been left bare
and exposed

It's softness requires us to fall
backwards
and vigorously swing
our arms and legs
for joy

It falls with such tenderness
and ease
neither eager or reluctant
to touch down and surrender
it's reign of the sky

vroom vroom.

So there's this engine inside me that's been revving for quite some time. And it has finally found a release. A place to push on the gas. "Vroom vroom" and then my feet take off. Pounding the pavement, my calves scream out their protest, yet I run on. I firmly close my eyes and let go of all those ideas that like to swarm my brain. All I can feel is the ground beneath my sneakers. It pushes back with an equal force and off I go. Through farms, across streams, by oaks and sycamores and willows towards the green green hills.