it's been busy and I haven't been posting.
But, tonight I sit here in my little house in the Springs with the smell of chocolate chip cookies wafting down the hallway. I am cooking them to make the house smell less vacant. Now it smells like a yummy desireable house. I hope someone wants to look at it.
My fit life has taken a turn for the better. I ran 12.5 miles last Friday and felt good. Not even sore. Swam 1 hr 20 min on Sunday. Actually swam 100 meters without stopping. yesterday I did 150. If I add 50 per workout I will be able to swim the entire 525 yds of the Longmont Tri doing the front crawl. Not saying I'll have much left for the bike and run.
Does anybody have a St. Peter figurine I can bury in the back yard?
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Finally, poetry
Coming Out
(Confessions of a bi-seasonal athlete)
Summer came with a quick kiss
To tempt me to the trails
He enveloped me in heat
And brought flowers to woo me
from my playpen
I pull myself up on the sides
And learn to let go
To experience the world in another plane
Legs move differently
In the saline horizontal
Arms a crooked windmill
At once immersed in slip and resistance
Winter is losing weight
But will not say goodbye
Her skeletons’ silouette against the night
Moon not yet risen
To dull the hoary whiteness of her teeth
I am done with her
for now
Save perhaps one last sip
Of the dregs of passion
Until she is grown too thin to be attractive
A raven sits atop the fencepost
And watches me uncovering myself
Ready for the next steps
That will delight my body
I have found a new place
Far from the watchful eyes of the city
Where the rocks are the color of sin
And the gravel sparkles when the sun walks by
And the grasses bow in reverence
And the wind muffles the sound of my breath
Here I will begin my affair with Summer
And he will take me to places I have not been
I know he is a fickle lover
And will grow weary when my callouses thicken
And the pale has worn off my skin
But I will have new memories
And will welcome Winter back
When she has grown fat once again
LB 4/18/08
(Confessions of a bi-seasonal athlete)
Summer came with a quick kiss
To tempt me to the trails
He enveloped me in heat
And brought flowers to woo me
from my playpen
I pull myself up on the sides
And learn to let go
To experience the world in another plane
Legs move differently
In the saline horizontal
Arms a crooked windmill
At once immersed in slip and resistance
Winter is losing weight
But will not say goodbye
Her skeletons’ silouette against the night
Moon not yet risen
To dull the hoary whiteness of her teeth
I am done with her
for now
Save perhaps one last sip
Of the dregs of passion
Until she is grown too thin to be attractive
A raven sits atop the fencepost
And watches me uncovering myself
Ready for the next steps
That will delight my body
I have found a new place
Far from the watchful eyes of the city
Where the rocks are the color of sin
And the gravel sparkles when the sun walks by
And the grasses bow in reverence
And the wind muffles the sound of my breath
Here I will begin my affair with Summer
And he will take me to places I have not been
I know he is a fickle lover
And will grow weary when my callouses thicken
And the pale has worn off my skin
But I will have new memories
And will welcome Winter back
When she has grown fat once again
LB 4/18/08
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