Running Poem R083

In silence the acorns fell
The lightest of rain
From an oak trees sky

 

10.13.20

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Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.

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Notes to this poem…

This moment was pure magic. I was early to a running practice at Point Pleasant Park in Halifax the day I wrote it. I had about 10 minutes to myself at the Franklin Street entrance where it was incredibly quiet. Quiet aside from the occasional single random tapping sound on the ground.

When I noticed those tapping sounds, I looked around for what was making them. Not certain, one happened really close to me with the slightest of vibration I could feel at my feet. In quick reaction to look down, I saw an acorn on the ground still with the slightest of movement as it came to a rest. That was when I realized those gentlest of tapping sounds on the ground were of acorns falling from the tree canopy of trees around me! I have often wondered when those all those acorns I see on the ground get there, as I never see any of them drop, not surprisingly given the fleeting moments. However, here I was in the middle of it. And unlike my thoughts about them dropping rather sparsely here and there, they were coming down almost like the lightest of rain drop hitting leaves on a quiet day in the woods. Except now, they were the raindrops.

It was just a magical moment… magical enough that I was a little annoyed when others finally showed up for the workout. As it turned out, I ran poorly during the speed workout that followed, with my mind and heart still in the magical moment.

The R-series poems were composed while I was out running, in an effort to find time for writing in a life that is always getting busier.

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