Not to
Nor from
Just for the pleasure of running
That greater presence makes me
Not lesser
Nor greater
Just aware
That the incoming tides of life
Offer little distraction to the pleasure of a run
I connect
Not with being
But a fetish
This realm
Of virtual
Manifestation
And while I look
And while I connect
I am lost
To the moment
To my own presence
To being itself
While all around
Existence dances and plays
Without my participation
Asleep
In my arms
Your back
On my chest
The trust
This implies
The love
In my heart
He didn’t choose his friends
Everyone was welcome
And he played no favourites
But few weathered well in his company
Most faded quickly
In that radiant presence
I loved the bastard
And hated him
Photographing
Instagramming
Facebooking
Snapchatting
Wordpressing
Tweeting
It happened
But I wasn’t there
Than when my mind is quiet
Connected to all things
At peace with myself
And the moment, just as it is
