I walk early in the morning

at first light, the sun in promise.

I move into the world a blank slate,

listen to the sounds

aware of the smells

open to the surprises

of the awakening earth

joining the scene of a leftover dream.

The ground’s energy

moves into my body

joining the air in my lungs.

Trees, my protectors

allow me to breathe.

Smaller plants share

their blooms or fruit.

Grasses, too numerous to name,

lichen, moss, mushrooms born of dampness,

scorned by those who decide what’s needed.

I think therefore I choose?

Or do I only think I choose.

I begin to run

because I still can

because it improves my heart

because they say so

whose minds will change

with the next funded study.

I feel good when I run,

my blood vessels open

my leg muscles move

in perfect rhythm with

my heart, my breath, my thoughts,

the day fills with promises

to keep or not.