Every day running

Sitting, learning, reflecting.

Cyclical schedule,

Ready-made days.


Today I walk the field

Avoid the track.

Slow down

Smell the earth

Plant seeds and wait for new life.



I know well

How to wait each year

Arduously long, and fleeting.


Sweet perfume

A rain nearly forgotten

A lifetime ago

A year.


Soil turned

Young life that will produce


Another cycle.


Still photographs in a minds-eye

As I take my place again

Starter pistol


The race begins again.