Finishing a Thirty Nine Year Marathon


Finishing a Thirty Nine Year Marathon

I round the last bend

and embrace the sweet scent of belonging,

inside a house that I grew up in

weathered, drafty and cold

but firmly tied with a comforting ribbon of warm hearts and helping hands.

One hundred years and still standing beneath the birch, maple, and pine

encircled by a flecked emerald carpet

shining like a precious gem

surpassing the test of time and space.


And the journey apart

melts before me

like morning dew

reviving the earth, the two red rose buds outside the kitchen window

my bliss.  


The bees, bamboo and the poison ivy

wrestle constantly

to block my path, change my mood

challenge me to ignore the Why’s, the uncompromising past.


As I steady myself to run up and over the last hill

musing over humid nights in Hawaii

the nights I cried myself to sleep

lost in paradise

trapped inside a filthy haze

of never enough

should have and might have been.


I clench my teeth and smile

knowing the fleeting nature of memory

that now and tomorrow is impermanent

confident as I sprint the final stretch, smother the ache

brood over the precious fruit from that union

flawed and sweet, still daring to overshadow his Dad, a Goliath.

As I reach the finish line and know

I am home.



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