bike: 20 minutes, bike stand
run: 1.45 miles, treadmill
Deaths from COVID-19: 94 (MN)/ 31,628 (US)
It’s not too cold or windy outside today but I decided to workout in the basement anyway. Watched more of the Agatha Christie movie on Netflix. I’m really enjoying it so far. Then ran for about 10 minutes on the treadmill while I listened to a playlist.
Right now I’m working on a poem tentatively titled, “How to Sink.” It’s inspired by all the sinking and keeping and dripping I’ve noticed running beside the gorge and by the current need to retreat/withdraw/go deep inside.
How to Sink/ Sara Lynne Puotinen (draft 1)
Think
of that time
when your young son
was so mad all he
could do was turn to goo
and
slowly ooze
down the couch in
surrender to the
floor. Not giving in
but giving up control,
a
puddle of
body parts pooled
at your feet. Go to the
gorge.
Let your bones
dissolve, your legs
liquefy, submit
to gravity sliding
down
reaching ground
seeping deeper
through layers of loam,
sandstone, limestone, shale.
Drop
lower and
lower burrow
through cracks and fissures
carve out a way in
and
follow it
further inside
so far that outside is
another idea.
note: “follow it further inside so far that outside is another idea” is taken from a Paul Tran poem, The Cave.
Read it to Scott and he mentioned that “goo” stood out too much. I’m having trouble thinking of another word that fits the idea and the syllable count of the line so I’m keeping it in for now.