mississippi river road, north/33rd/Edmond/35th
Was supposed to have open swim today but it rained and there was a threat of more severe weather so it was cancelled. Big bummer. Decided to do a quick run instead. Listened to my playlist and had fun running faster–or at least feeling like I was running faster. It was darker in the tunnel of trees below the road and dripping with the soft, steady drizzle that had just stopped. Can’t remember if I saw anyone else while I was running. I think I did, or am I remembering another run? I know for sure that I got bit by a few mosquitoes. It’s that buggy time of year.
Speaking of mosquitoes, here are two poems I found on the subject:
[mosquito at my ear]
BY KOBAYASHI ISSA
TRANSLATED BY ROBERT HASS
Mosquito at my ear—
does he think
She visits me when the lights are out,
when the sun is loving another
part of the world.
She passes through the net I sleep under like
a cloud its holes are easily navigable.
Her buzzing tells me that
she doesn’t want my legs arms cheeks
She craves adventure wanting to travel through
the dark canal the spiraling cave
where earthquakes are wind.
Her prize is in sight the gelatinous mass controlling this machine.
How beautiful she thinks it is her needle mouth
filling with water.
Her children will know physics geometry will understand
English Spanish perhaps Portuguese. They will be
haunted their whole lives by trees guns
and a boom that won’t cease.
She cries before drinking the fluid is
salty-sweet. Oh if my mother had
done this for me I would have lived.