By my standards,
The water was slippery today.
I’d brag if I had done something,
But the truth is modesty
Should be a bigger part of egos.
If only the same could be realized
In places like, well, everywhere.
So I’ll keep my swim low key,
Right where it should be
As rocks very nearly move faster
Than I do.
chrishancock789
Please, Don’t Do It Again
Capitol crazies
Ho-hum is a quitter’s way
Bring wisdom and vote
Cuts
Letting people know
They didn’t make the team
Hurts so much,
Them,
Me,
It just sucks.
Hopfefully, we told them well,
Hopefullly, they gained experience.
It still sucks.
Same As It Ever Is (5-3-1)
Wheels on everything go around,
They keep spinning.
Stasis.
Chronograph
Cycle through life’s watch
Take time to enjoy it all
Rich are the jewels
Run
Run and meditate,
Together when possible
Soul building rhythms
North DuPont Road & 52 (5-3-1)
Potholes are most challenging adversaries.
Potholes sneak up.
Flat.
Finding It
Finding the balance,
Arms churning,
Water laughing,
Lungs complaining,
And all I want
Is to slide across the pool
Barely leaving a wake,
Not filling up with doubt,
Blowing away the bad air.
There were moments
When it happened,
Maybe for half a length,
I could feel the water,
Sensing its shenanigans,
Rolling away from the frustration,
Taking in those Hofian breaths
All as I journeyed to
Find my balance.
Intervals Dropping
Three minutes of effort,
One to recover,
What could I possibly think about
During that short running time?
It’s not like my mind can drift,
The Curve requires concentration,
I lost my balance and nearly fell once,
But my mind was ruthless in its wandering
So I let it go,
Thinking as much about the music as I could,
The rock GOATS Led Zeppelin,
The jam legends Phish,
Neither of whom I’ve seen,
But both clearly in my mind,
A picture of bands playing instruments
While their anthems blasted through my headphones
And my feet kept a simple pace for all of three minutes at a time.
For a few rounds, Tupac and Cube took over,
My mind locked in on their words,
Appropriate today, just as they were back then,
My mental image was MTV,
Not guys on stage shredding the air with instruments,
But dudes creating an image, crafting a message,
Selling the end of the rock and roll
That I grew up with.
I was into their styles,
The anger, the frustration, the calls to action,
And the minutes rolled on
One stride after another
One song after another,
One drop of sweat after another.
