Eight months ago to the day and date,
I ran with my mates for what seemed the last time.
COVID took everything out.

There have been spotty runs together,
Hit or miss gatherings and lots of social distancing,
But mostly I’ve been running on my own.

Today, I decided to go solo, again.
These numbers, the trends, they’re too much for me.
I’m hating it.

All the uncertainty with the virus,
The impact on people’s lives,
It’s getting to be more than I want to handle.

This wave I’m better prepared,
More stuff to do in case of a lockdown,
But I’m hoping it doesn’t go that way.

See you guys when it’s better.

Get over the hills
Age is an inconvenience
Stay a youthful course

Movement is one key
Keeping the brain going too
Soreness is not sore

Attitude is all
Be alert for soul sappers
Charge over the hills

People say I’m decent with technology.
I can figure out the Schoology,
The YouTube TV,
The Spotify.
Regretfully, I must shatter their illusion.

Man, did I blow it today,
Settling in for some Hof,
Not Baywatch Hof, Wim, the Iceman
Different than Gervin,
I doubt Wim Hof can “finger roll.”

As the breaths flowed,
As I neared the second hold,
With my hands tingling and my brow starting to warm,
Damned if the phone didn’t ring,
Ring? How the eff did that happen? Who’s calling me now?

A friend.

I took the call,
Forsaking my breath work,
Denying that elusive release of endorphins
That paints my mind’s eye those fabulous colors,
That draws out the Dali in me allowing the stress to slide away.

We talked for awhile
And it was all good.
Laughter, sighing, mumbling, they’re all part of breath work, too.
It’s also nice to know work sucks for others,
That the summery air feels so good, and retirements are on the horizon.

Next time, though, “Do not disturb,” gets turned on.

Turns out, I’m just a tech apprentice.

Old Bert Bell never knew how important he’d be
The NFL is but a pittance of what he was.
Today he became everything to me
Just because.

Because the day was super slow,
The virus spreading boredom online,
So we decided to see if we were in the know
With a trivial test from the digital brine.

A list of winners was our resource,
Players receiving Bell’s award,
I asked O the questions, of course
We lost track of how many he scored.

For just awhile, logins did not matter,
We lived a few minutes of intellectual fun
Tomorrow will probably bring drivel and patter
Neither ending until this viral thing is done.

A couple of days away,
No writing,
No working,
No worrying,
Just hanging,
Taking in the family life,
Reconnecting with my other brother,
Chilling in the November summer sun.

Funny how the stories are always better,
How hunters are still hunting,
How the names stay the same, but the faces change
Dreams remain dreams
Spoiled only by reunions and the reality
That only time is undefeated and
We’re all losers in that game.

I miss the smell of hay,
A review of the high school rap sheet,
The opportunity to go fishing,
The jumpstart hooking a big one brings to a soul,
That’s what a couple of days away can bring
Restorative runs on the trails
Banging enchiladas, and a little
Home cookin’.