run two
(point five)
……………….{miles}
to waiting blue,
to the scattered hue of a rising sky.
i am
6am,
the rhythm of feet
and the silence of
nobody and no
body and heartbeat
and birdsong. the long
slow strides that mean
i’m alive and breathing
…………………{in blue}
and
the smile of sun over
pine and the way the rooftops
still crave shadow for just a little more
while. i am
quiet. only breath. the
breadth and depth of cool blue
pool that calls you, woos
you. soothes you.
Splendid poem, reads like a song. Your photos are lovely indeed. Greetings!
So peaceful. And I love the pictures you’ve been adding.