Reed Canyon Run

I run
the earth is gentle here
meeting my feet with a lover's kiss
even the sharpest retort is only in jest
for the path is carpeted in nought
worse for bare skin than sodden wood
I run
with the breathless wind in my face
the trees raining leaves of golden brown love
and the rhythm I play as I fly over the earth
beats with the thudding of my heart
I run

Unpacking

A breathless wind hurried past my window

enlisting with it droplets of rain fresh on the sill

It whispered of a foreign land

a desert perhaps, wet with a camel's spit

 the song on the lips of a prayer 

hurled to it from a temple

or the blood of a birthing mother

and the first wail of her child

and maybe the dust from the shoes 

of runner bringing news of fire 

the swirl like cigarette smoke kissing the stars

or the salt of a sea swollen with cruise ships

carrying the rare perfume of a flower 

brought, perhaps, from halfway across the planet

A breathless wind hurried past

leaving me behind

Travelogue

I shall watch a foreign sunset, alien trees waving an unfamiliar wind by we will look at each other in the eyes for a moment, in a blaze of recognition I shall read in your face what you will in mine
Read the story of living in a human world and see the same plot in a widely different genre
I shall write verse in your name
your name, which I know nothing of
Pages will be turned and you shall pass out of my life and I out of yours and the world shall be a better place for it.