Early
Dark
Living room
Quiet
Dog twitching in her sleep
Sun is an orange crack in the sky
White leggings
Black jacket
Laces
Helmet
Gloves
Taut tires
Open and close the gate,
I’m gone with
Cold wind &
Needles of rain on my face
I can see my breath
On the hill in
Mental clarity &
Deep deep inhalation,
A wheezing  sound in my ears popping
As I swallow, cough &
Turn inward
With sputum rattling in my lungs.
Traffic, rain & sun
Hidden streets
The white noise of morning
The gray honking geese and
A baker’s dozen yellow fuzzy chicks following
A rain spattered pond into the mist.
The devil is getting married this morning
While my brain is saturated with oxygen.
Always the best thoughts.
Trail is quiet
No one here, too cold & wet
Just me and the wildflowers
Thousands, tens of thousands, countless
Saffron, lace, lilac, goldenrod, honeysuckle
The sweet morning time breath of the sleepy rising misty sun.
Four loops, four miles and no one to see but me
Beauty abounds at 25 miles an hour on both sides,
Blur in my periphery
It’s everywhere if you know what to look for.
Turning away and to is all I have left
All I’ve ever had
The burn in my calves and curious sun
Brings me home
To house
Wife
Dog
Friends
Love
Work
The glorious new day.