Green Tea Writing

There was no running today,
The snow was wet, heavy, more sleet like.
Instead, it was an inward turn,
Breaking from the pounding,
Sticking with the swinging,
Kettlebells, don’t get the wrong idea,
And diving into some downward dogs,
Knot untying, hamstrings and quads,
No ropes or chains,
Come on, now…

Later, it’s off to a bench,
Maybe nature sounds, maybe a guide,
Either way I’ll drift away,
Somewhere far off, my mind will run,
Perhaps it’ll walk, it’s about the rest,
The escape that I’m loving
The serenity,
The way the air passes in and out
The easy way
Without the cold of the snow.

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