waiting for what's next

the sky

is more blue, more

cold

and beautiful than it's ever

been.

i'm still running,

it's late

in the fall,

the ball is in the air,

i can see it

between

the clouds, 

a shadow in the sun,

spinning

towards me,

my legs and arms

are young, my heart

is racing.

the grass is a bright green

field of joy.

i'm still running

with

a bloom of breath before me.

i'm waiting 

with open arms for what

comes next,

for the ball to at last

come down.