Like an egg

I went to running
runny legs for runny me
on a toasted orange peel morning
Served on Autumn’s golden tray
From the haze and dayspring hustle
I went chasing fringe and fray
sweet and sweaty for the getting
Bold and ready for “Let’s play!”
In a pulsing rush of runners
In a crowd mad hatters’ call
I went rowing, I went pumping
I went bidding cause for all.
In the glow of aspen autumn
Breathing citrus after glow
In a sea salt wake of seeing
I went blurring the unknown
What it is to be entreated.
What it is to be reeled in.
There I lifted, lunged and counted
to the trip trip tripping sound
black tread millinery for bleeping
With a keeper coach for time
And a stout heart’s willing pealing
I went running on the line
So I bounded on Obediently
Set my feet to Monkly chanting
Til my mind recoiled to ranting
In its seat, it went recanting
One two three four,
Four three two
Fine!
I went running
Running running
a Millennial wanting more
I stayed on there in the knowing
in the moment worse for worn
So I dug in more headstrong
and I dove in quite headlong
as my feet kept their sing song
kept their cleat in pun pun pinging
Then I dove and swam from streaming
to a soft down witness seat
Where I watched in object leaning
that sad suffering physical me
Ever conscious
Ever patient
More determined there was she
While I soaked in all her paining
I was cheering reverently
Yes I cheered and I small gestured
til quite frazzled and quite hoarse
Which was really very-tricky
From a buzz less chakra source
From a quiet throat core center
My soul loved her to the end
On a runny egg yolk mourning
She was there just like a friend.

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About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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