Poem ~ from my ongoing run/write series

run/write(words constructed and remembered while running)


there is nothing quite like meeting a baby elephant in the woods even if, from the back, he turns out to be a shattered tree stump
what matters is the momentyou first see him when somethinglike magic happens in youthe transformation of ordinary
into extraordinary, the sudden lifting of your heart, and the rest of your run is filled with gifts: poppies, barley, oh, look, the beginnings of blackberries