Poem ~ from my ongoing run/write series

(words constructed and remembered while running)

there is nothing quite like meeting a baby elephant in the woods even if from the back he turns out to be

a shattered tree stump - what matters is the moment you first see him when something like magic happens in you

the transformation of ordinary into extraordinary, the sudden lifting of your heart, and the rest of your run

is filled with gifts: poppies, barley, oh, look, the promise of blackberries and paths yet to be taken