Day 26: simple pleasures

lately i'm running

feet pounding dirt at dusk

with my ipod and

wearing my favorite yellow shirt

in which, for some peculiar reason,

i run faster

and longer.

in near darkness, i run

and discover a lucidity in the absence of detail

where dirt and sweat and night all melt into

a white wave of ambivalence

into silence

where noise scatters to dark caverns

and beauty assembles:

moonlight glances off amber fields

mountains contour against an undecided sky

and cornfields sway in a balmy evening breeze.

and the singer on the ipod says,

"heaven holds a sense of wonder

and i wanted to believe"

and i believe at every turn.

rounding one more corner

i believe

forging another dirt road

i believe

kicking up dust, i run

and what enfolds me, propels me

clings to me

is the beat to which my feet keep time.

and the music says,

"i have seen you

in this white wave

you are silent

you are breathing

in this white wave"

and I have

i've seen you

silent

lingering in fields of amber

silhouetted in contoured mountains

the breeze dancing along beside me

and this running

i could sail forever

and stay here with you

in this secret place of beauty.