The Chime of My Heart

Jogging, today, I overshot
the Victoria Park Island
footbridge.

The sight of the Boat House
Restaurant arrested me. After
a quick U-turn I was back on track
but wondered:

Was it the bald trees that muddled me?
Or
Was I hypnotized by the
tick-tock of my feet, or the
pendulum of my breath, or the
chime of my heart?


I was running in that place where the
need to let go of things that
need me to let go of them held sway.

I made my way over the bridge and
wound round the park. Now
back in myself, I saw a goose wink at me:
slipping through a park is not only
prayer, it is also life and breath.

4 thoughts on “The Chime of My Heart

  1. shoreacres says:

    “I was running in that place where the
    need to let go of things that
    need me to let go of them held sway…”

    Even non-runners know that place. Blessed are we when we happen to find it again.

  2. LC Mueller says:

    Happens to me on lap 14 of 40. At lap 12 I want to die – or at least be rescued by lifeguards; then at lap 14 I feel like I can swim forever. It is a good place. Thanks for your poem.

  3. agjorgenson says:

    You are most welcome… the weather is lovely here and so a run in a bit is in the works!

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