minnehaha falls and back
A few degrees cooler this morning, but still warm.
I’m listening to a very (too?) long audio book right now and I’m trying to finish it before it’s due back at the library in 7 days — The Covenant of Water, 31 hours. I decided to listen to it for the first half of my run. Sometimes I like listening to audio books while I run, not so much today. My mind kept wandering and I had trouble paying attention to the story. Plus, because I had headphones on, I felt disconnected from the gorge and the trail.
Even in my distracted state I still managed to notice a few things:
10 Things I Noticed
- Mr. Walker Sitter was perched on his walker just above 42nd street ravine
- the falls roaring gushing rushing down the limestone
- more bikers than walkers or runners on the trail
- the surreys lined up, ready to take over the trails
- an older woman, biking, calling back to some other bikers, did I miss the turn-off? Oh, here it is!
- a sprinkler watering the flowers near the fountain which no longer works and the low limestone wall with “Song of Hiawatha” etched on its top
- the dirt trail leading into the small wood on the hill up to ford parkway, looking both inviting and buggy
- approaching a guy who had been running when I saw him far ahead of me, but now was walking. Right before I reached him, he started running again
- a big black something on the ground — an oversized glove? a hat? a knee brace? I couldn’t tell
- most of the dirt on the trail between edmund and the river road was tightly packed, but a few stretches where loose and sandy
5 tries: tough/wheat/haste/hated/hater
Middle-aged, it’s tough to watch
wheat gently waving in the wind
without haste and not want to slow down yourself
but as a kid I hated anything slow —
snails, sermons, that quiet time right after lunch
when you were supposed to be still on your cot.
Wedged between other writhing bodies
all of us desperate to be done with this dark room
we felt the dripping of each second
and despised it.
Today’s Water: Water Sign :: Cancer
In comes and goes in waves, but today I’m not worried that I have cancer. This irrational and rational fear took hold of me a few years ago and it’s been hard to shake, especially as I witness family and friends struggle with and die from it. Yesterday I read about a friend’s ovarian cancer and the terrible life-extending drugs she has to keep taking post-chemo to prevent the cancer from coming back. They cost $24,000 a month. Her insurance covers it, but what if it didn’t? What would she do? Would my shitty insurance cover these costs, if I had cancer?
Ode to Money, or Patient Appealing Health Insurance for Denial of Coverage/ Katie Farris
I don’t know what money is. Moss? The mink’s crescent
teeth? Or maybe money is
the morning I woke
at dawn to wander
past the orange
blossoms, a smell with four
dimensions, touching me through
time. Is that
My uncle, Christopher Marlowe,
mad, drank the visions until he died.
To determine a family’s net
value, make a list of assets, then subtract
liabilities. Asset: Geraldine Fox’s 1948 degree in
chemistry. Liability: William Marlowe’s propensity
for hurting his daughter. Am I doing this right? Is this
the gold standard?
Asset: seeing light that isn’t there,
like a ship passing through the narrow harbors
of my eyes, scraping—
is burying treasure a cash
I once buried a half-
decayed skunk I fished from my Uncle Christopher’s
garbage can, covered in bees. X marks the spot.
In sum: perhaps the moon’s an insurance adjuster.
America’s optimistic to dye its money
green. Leaves are green
because of chlorophyll, which is the machine
that turns sunlight, water, and carbon dioxide into leaf, stem, and root. All
the little blades of grass left behind by the lawn mower like Civil
War soldiers. Same as cash.
A heavy-bodied moth
caught between glass and screen casts its shadow down
into the palm of my hand: one dark coin.
I’ve been thinking about buying and reading Katie Farris’s collection about her breast cancer, Standing in the Forest of Being Alive, even before it came out in April. Maybe I should get it and read it this summer?