I lie flat upon my back,
having just flung myself to the ground following the full effort of a bicycle ride up a long hill,
breathing deep and hard,
swallowing gulps of restoring air.
I feel my rib-cage lift against the fabric of my shirt as each breath enters my lungs,
my muscles and cartilage stretch to accommodate the air,
then rapidly compress,
expelling a rush of sound.
I attend to the bed of grass in which I lie,
its earthy smell of hay,
its tiny fruiting heads gently scraping against the skin of my forearms,
its stalks waving in the wind and against one another in soft whispers.
I feel the simple pleasure of being alive,
as a gentle breeze flows across my chest,
and the spring Sun shines down and warms my skin.
Around me all elseÂ in this glorious moment unnoticed,
From memories of a bike ride from Rodalben up Pirmasenser Strasse to the HusterhĂ¶h Kaserne, Pirmasens, Germany, 1975.
glancing without seeing,
the smallest flick of an ear revealing:
deer, ranging in sturdy grace,
staring back with placid gaze.
All begin to home,
Some roundabout, wanting first
To wander in the gloam,
Some direct to open arms
Of lovers yet alone,
Each seeking friends and comfort
To ease their hearts to home.
Today we are facing the consequences of a long-term corruption of the American dream; we have deeply indebted ourselves and our nation in the pursuit of individual material betterment andÂ the maintenance of a global military presence.Â The corruption is both individual and collective, and the failures cut across ideologies, social classes, and leadership hierarchies.Â With all of our self-inflicted troubles, this is no time to despair, but to reflect, re-prioritize, and act.
at once in full view a family of deer ranging,
in sturdy grace, staring back with placid gazes:
perpetually pealing on the hour;
a life is lived from lauds into matins.
fount made as for pleasureâ€™s eye;
beauty brings beauty!