a primordial mind pulling me down
where it is safe, and the space is warm
the seeking mind ultimately wins
pulling me toward a path that pushes air through my lungs,
blood into my legs, and thoughts into my waking brain
How many times I’ve passed him
I’ve lost track
my mind registers the passing of time
by his body disappearing
into a hole, deepening
What is he doing? What is he digging for?
Something below the surface needs fixing, I reckon.
I wonder about him…
Does he feel like he’s digging his own grave?
Alone in a trench, day after day.
Is he enriched by the scent of earth, fresh?
No boss breathing down his neck.
These questions, I will never ask.
We just nod at each other and ponder. As people do.
Someday soon, I will pass the spot where he once was
the hole will be filled
the broken will be mended
fresh blades will burst from the dirt, once disturbed
beyond the trenches of my mind
there will be no trace of him
my tug of war will continue
all too familiar, I am
for years it pulled me toward others, laced up
who sizzled with adrenaline
who charged at the rising sun
with short sprints, long runs, lunges, burpees, and pushups
my pace is slower now
I notice more now
Thank you for visiting, reading, and listening. Be well. 💗 Michele
The Academy of American Poets is hosting a virtual reading, by several acclaimed poets, tomorrow (Thursday, Nov. 17th) at 7:00 PM EST. Click link if you are interested: “Gather in Poems” Enjoy!
Photos 1 & 3: my images, from one of the trails I walk (not the one with the trench-digging man) Photo 2: image of me taken near the Salt River by Casey Olson
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