equinox

today I will not run
nor, race
through yellowed leaves
kissed with frost
looking
toward the ridge
dancing
body of trees
swaying
before the cool
blue sky,
feathered strata of clouds
today I will not run
the marathon
but turn inward
muddy imagination
of an over muddled mind
racing heartbeat
of adrenaline and the cool
lunar glow, quivering ribbon
of green/blue luminosity
out of body,
out of candlelight
waxy and numinous
my dreams have manifest
in the boreal forest
looking at autumns contours
curious striations, map of birch bark,
sipping a hot cup of labrador
tea, mint and blueberries,
reading the leaves of the past,
plotting a gentle trajectory
stepping faster, striding,
scanning the trail
for fluorescent orange
survey tape, measured steps
and sideway glances
my feet are fluid and strong
if this were competition
you would stand no chance
the mountain
the man
the marathon
ascending the dome
exploding into clear sky