marshall loop to cleveland
Nice to be home and able to run this loop after a few days away, moving a parent out of an apartment in one city and into another in another city. Wasn’t sure how it would feel to run up the marshall hill, but it wasn’t too bad. I remember noticing things as I ran, but now I can’t remember what I noticed, except —
screeching bluejays, leaves on trees shivering in the wind, voices floating up from the gorge, sparkling river water, a sandbar emerging from just below the lake street bridge. Bikers, walkers, runners
almost getting hit by a bike (my fault) — not sure how close it was; my body didn’t tense up in panic, so I’m guessing it wasn’t that close. It happened because my eyes/brain can only see one thing at a time and I was distracted by some stopped bikers who looked like they were going to cross, but weren’t. Why weren’t they crossing, I wondered, thinking maybe there was a car that I couldn’t see (it’s happened before).
a shell with 2 rowers on the river, the bells at St. Thomas chiming nine times, sprinklers, tree roots, hard-paced dirt, almost losing my balance on the edge of the east river trail but managing to stay on the path, looking strange to anyone who might have seen me, I’m sure
Listened to birds, voices, my breath for most of the ran. Put in a Bruno Mars playlist for the last mile.
4 tries: tough / beach / march / ranch
tough: and the grass was as tough as hemp and no color no more than sand was a color(I Remember/ Anne Sexton)
the eye sees
also through the ear a double infinity
march: Dear March — Come In — (Emily Dickinson)
branch: from Winter Branches/ Margaret Widdemer
Clear-cut and certain they rise, with summer past,
For all that trees can ever learn they know now, at last;