In appreciation of my donors I’m running a mile for each by the end of 2020. Here’s a reflective poem of the 11 miles I ran Tuesday, January 14th. Running under Portland’s coldest sky, the last two miles became silence because my Powerbeats 3 headphones cut off. I then noticed Venus shining above. The stargazer in me had to speak…
The feature photo was taken at a resort in Porto Seguro, Brazil — a coastal resort town in the Brazilian state of Bahia. This is also the location where I finalized the name of my first book’s main character, Rigil. Care to connect the dots? Read more about ‘BOURGEOISIE I’ here!
Saturday, January 18, 2020
Above shining and beneath your surface a burning crust.
Dirty minds rhyme with what creates us.
It’s between us — men.
A divided line of trials.
11 miles and for each a breath I smile.
You all respected in gratitude.
I created a beautiful mess; now here I elude.
Of the childish nature in I, the deed is shy.
Every moment walking into my why.
A runner’s bliss — why am I here?
Because the idea defends a cry.
My words are nothing to you.
But fate’s virtue; so, who is I?
A writing bird, protecting verbs.
In other words, I’m here to write.
Take action on my fights.
And you I look up to.
A hero tonight.
Running next to stars.
Wishing upon the hottest.
Bold next to the modest.
A planet I see is the brightest.
I run with you in view.
Like Venus I could be running for you.