I return to fabled places
Find there
Always
Something new
A different light
A new story
History added
Or revised
Here mittens and buttes
Formations once remembered
For Spaghetti Westerns
Now where Forrest Gump
Just plain stopped runnin’
I return to fabled places
Find there
Always
Something new
A different light
A new story
History added
Or revised
Here mittens and buttes
Formations once remembered
For Spaghetti Westerns
Now where Forrest Gump
Just plain stopped runnin’
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
Three times
A pair of runners
Find the frame
One time coming
One time going
And one time
In a fractured flash
As they pass before me
With utter abandon
She runs
Gangly limbs
All astrewn
Head rolled back
Now lolling
Side to side
She runs
Only for the joy
It seems
Of running
Down Bengali Tola
And as my camera
Finally finds her
She finds me