April 2, 2010 (prompt: street)

run street hill side
toward the reservoir
stop at the crest pine
beds line the road
gasp air, hands on hips

this Is the kingdom, one block, two block
three blocks from home, own each imprint of the foot on the pavement
take in the view, bay, lake, city, bridges, clouds and sky to sea

mark the terrain, plot the map that holds the curves
of your instep, back, neck, lips, chalk
your skeleton on the horizon. Bark
and skin, leaves, hair, gravel, teeth.
The sunrise is a shard of light
that carries the day, cuts space
to the silhouette of twilight
here you can

run for your life.