Where I Am

On a treadmill again

Sweet acrid sweat drips
Into my eyes quicker
Than I can mop up
My YMCA neck towel in white
Black and red. I said,

I'll step it up today,

A little faster --  a bit longer,
But my feet say not today, Sister!
Instead I stretch myself just
To reach yesterday's goal.
No matter what I decide
My body always sets the pace..

Open

I drive south in the dusky early morning light.
The heavens show up as swirls of pink and gray,
a marble I view from inside

On my left a bright, white string of car lights

waking me from my automatic drive
to see the swirling beauty of this
one of a kind morning.