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About one block Into my morning run My moment of solitude Listening to birds Feeling the rain Leftover rain Last night’s rain Peering over Leaves’ edges Before completing Their journey Plunging to the pavement Below I saw her coming A half block away Do you ever feel like Not talking? I mean really Not talking? Maybe I could Commence my running Pick up my pace Smile and wave Hurry on by Anyway, I stopped In the sun I stopped Foolishly In the burning-through- Humid-morning-air Hot sun I stopped We talked And we talked We talked About her son Normally with her A man with a disability Developmental He is her constant companion Except When he is in daycare A respite For her A break For her Relief from his 35 years For her So she walks And she talks If one stops For her
© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags: Compassion, exercise, personal, poetry, Running, spirituality
In a dim light... 
June 29, 2013 at 3:02 pm |
Beautifully written poem, …birds feeling the rain….peering over leaves’ edges, and then your solitude ended with your description of the heat, but your compassion didn’t. Bless you Tom.
June 29, 2013 at 3:21 pm |
Thank you for your comment and, especially, your blessing.