30 minutes, with Delia the dog
neighborhood
30 degrees
I’m surprised at how good I feel after running the most I ever have in a year, and running a marathon and not taking more than a few days break after it. But, even so, I think I should take a little break from running. At the end of my run yesterday, my left leg and hip felt sore and tight, and I don’t want it to get worse. Also, I think it would be nice to walk a little more for the end of the year. So, I’m hoping to take at least a week without running. Can I do it? I’m not sure.
Today’s walk was great. Warm sun! Half-dry sidewalks. Blue sky. Happy dog. Cold, refreshing air. Walking slowly outside in the cold makes me feel calm and a little euphoric, especially when I breathe in deeply through my nose, out through my mouth.
overheard, 3 things, at different times/places:
- (not seen, only heard) a man to someone else — that was an excellent church service
- (seen and heard) a man parking and getting out of the car in front of a house, someone from the house calling out jokingly — wrong house!
- (seen and third) a man running, wheezing or vigorously coughing, then stopping to walk then sounding like he might be heaving
I though briefly about the section of my poem I’m working on. I’ve tentatively titled it, “Ars Poetica,” which is a type of poem about writing poetry. Right now I’m thinking about entanglements and things growing in the aftermath of ruins and erosion and . . . just as I was typing this up, I had more thoughts — mushrooms as the fruit of fungi bursting through asphalt and cracks and as the words that erupt from my practice, but are only part of the making/writing/living of poetry. Below ground, nets/networks, not as firm as roots but creating deep connections just the same to a place. I’ve already written a little about this — I need to find it . . . Found it! 25 april 2022.
Maybe like mushrooms,
we rise. A brief burst
from below, a flare,
then a return to
swim in the dirt
Am I getting too lost with these ideas? I follow them a little further.