Little Life

A poem and some photos

I’ll start again 

There have been dreams of cold, heat and sun
Sand and empty dry places, there have been days of light
of the still green grass and leaves blowing askance
Between the legs and thighs, an intaken breath and opening your eyes—
Deep blue skies
There has been frigidity and suppuration, clouds passing,
infinite days of rolling a pace, 
the crunch of gravel in the wet and rain
There have been quiet times near oaks and untethered times, fleeting moments
of beauty, now memory

I’ll start again, each day

I’ll think of the water, a golden light entering my mind
bounding it with ripples and for a moment sublime

I’ll tell you a secret:
Sometimes I leave my body and become a breeze

Running drills crunching the crushed gravel near the oak forests trees
on the empty baseball diamond in the rain
Because I love the rhythm of the land,
and those moments free of memory, or pain