I blew off Thursday night's Marsh Post run because I was in a really bad mood. Like a "you don't want to be anywhere near me..." mood that even inspired my son to take out the trash without being asked and people not saying a word as I watched trash TV all night.
When I woke up Friday, I was still feeling grumpy and made myself go out for the 2.6 miles I normally would have done Thursday night. I'm glad I did. In the early morning air, I felt renewed. I also realized I'm starting to get over the hurdle that goes from "shit this is hard," to "I got this." It's an important hurdle to cross.
Coming home on Friday, my copy of Writer's Digest arrived and the monthly poetry corner had an article on Quaterns. Quaterns are 4 quatrains (a four-line stanza) with no particular rhythm beyond 8 syllables a line. There isn't a rhyme scheme, but the first line of the poem is a refrain through out as the 2nd line in the 2nd stanza, a 3rd line in the 3rd and the 4th line in the 4th stanza. I scanned the piece and then headed out to the mall to buy a birthday present for my mother. As we pulled out of the driveway, I saw a runner and immediately thought: I went out running this morning. Wait that's 8 syllables! Sure enough, the poem followed:
I went out running this morning
I went out running this morning
the fresh air moved my feet along
the black, buckled asphalt pavement
in the early morning sunlight.
Other runners greeted me as
I went out running this morning
with the promise of summer's kiss
lingering on my sweaty face.
I could hear the sparrows singing
saw puppies pull their masters as
I went out running this morning
at the end of the spring season.
My spirt felt renewed, refreshed
as the squirrels and bunnies played
on manicured suburban lawns.
I went out running this morning.
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