My Sunset
Running out in the woods here at twilight.
I don’t often come up on the deer here.
They typically cross my path, their white tails
Waving danger. In winter I wouldn’t
Run because of the snow. One time I was
Running on Veteran’s Day and fell and
Broke my hand. I was so embarrassed
That I popped right back up not knowing that
I was even injured. I ran a half mile
Before I even noticed the throbbing.
Now it’s summertime and I go traipsing
About through the woods frolicking with deer
Not even seeing that they are there and
Certainly not thinking that I can fall
And injure myself here when it’s almost
Dark. Then I smell the syringa heavy
On the air. I take a deep breath, look out
On the field, the last glimmer of sunlight
Changes the clouds and I think about all
The disease and my age and that I might not
Have much more time to run at twilight
In the woods. What if I fall and get hurt?
I shake that thought with just a tinge of red
And run on into what is my sunset.
About This Poem
I realize that I still act like I'm a kid sometimes when I'm out roaming the woods. One time I was out running and started thinking about my age and how I have hurt myself while thinking I'm younger than I am. This poems is what came of that thought.
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