Postby KristinHugo » Tue Feb 19, 2008 12:28 am
I live in Danville. It's near Alamo, and Walnut Creek. I can take the Bart to San Francisco, anyway.
Do not sit waiting immutable, but race for next long mile--
I wouldn't now be running if it didn't make me smile.
Since I cannot now see the line (and I suspect there's nothing after)
I trail down through the oaks and pines and revel in deer's laughter.
I don't suspect One's watching me (and were He, I'd not care)
So through primordial instinct, leap with langour in your hair.
And open for me, sans angel's watch (for I myself do keep)
I ask you, journey with me, in one life run far, run deep.