Early, Morning, Life
Stretching, as a thin silver ribbon, out before me, as roads tend to do, soft grey mist, silent and cold, lying still as a blanket, above crisp white blades of bent grass, encouraging me to “walk on”, shadows of light, pink and peach and orange silver, filtered quietly, breaking free of green blue black tree shapes, rising, starkly outlined before me, “stride on”, arms swinging arms to heat, move my blood, circulating, through, under, interior heating of a natural design, keeping me graciously, beautifully, alive in the moment I now am. Gratitude hums, an electrical current, carried above my head, like spider webs, of man made threads, across fence and tree lined land. Human machinations can’t steal the silent, magnificent, frozen, inspiration of new day dawning. I choose to walk, I walk by need, I walk, powered by remembrances, of memory. Richard & Tony et al, fallen friends, long lost pals of distant days, gone, in their honor I live, though they are not with me, their spirit is living testament, amen.