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In My Bones

                                                                  

Tuesday, at daybreak,

I decide a vigorous hike would be a boon to my bones,

Let them shake the frigid stiffness from their marrow —

 

A brisk pace through the village's quiet downtown,

Then into the boys' camp,

Still hosting, the entire week, fifty or so alumni families,

 

Before it shuts down tight, for its protracted hibernation.

Outside the cabin, I stretch my sinews and muscles,

Then set off, on my jaunty walk,

 

Trying to forget, if not reject, the wind's insistence,

So filled with a sharp chill

That it razors through my jogging shorts, fleece jacket.

 

But within minutes, my whole body grows warm, jubilant,

Invites me to revel in its finely tuned movements.

I'm a precision clockwork fully wound, calibrated to ecstasy.

 

For an hour, lost in my stream of timeless consciousness,

I exult in the lake, the trees, the houses passing me by,

The sky, which never lets me out of its sight.

 

At this quick, fluid clip, I know, in my bones,

That I'd rather be right here, going nowhere, everywhere,

Than anywhere else, going everywhere, nowhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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