Five K's

Dark sky.

Crack of thunder.

Strike of Ning's Light: her bolts of flash

whimpers childress.

Look left.  smagrin.  Look right.  smagrin.

Shiver.  smagrin.  nod "yes".  smagrin.  smagrin.

1.  Kape I wear invisible to bear covers my spine.  

I will fly or run and shine shine shine.

Starting line: Start.

(tick tock tick tock . . .)

2.  Kases I'm dealt.  Maybe more as I melt whatever guilt, whatever's felt

in leg

or neck

or shoulder.

(tick tock tick tock . . .)

The rain drops pouring on my steams of limping shame.

2 feet.

2 legs.

2 slow for even 2 year old's with 2 parents, which is only too apparent that I am not they

who run further away from me, forwardly, in front of me.

I still will stop.

I will trudge as I attempt to walk my kidneys back to being 2 kidneys worth being 2 kidneys.

Chest high!  Deep breaths!

breathe in.  breathe out.

breathe in.  breathe out.

breathe in.  breathe out.

back on pace.  Run!

3.  Kages to flee from.  The 3rd beholds three.

One HEART: pumping and pumping and pumping.

I dare not close my eyes while I count the drum beats of my pulse, but if I do close my eyes the beats vibrate my skull.  Acoustic.  The vibrations cool, my head nodding to the booms of my breaths.

Cool!

Number 2 of the three, my MIND, silently questioning,

"Am I seriously running this K?  In showers in May on this Memorial Day?  

Am I still running"?

I am.

(tick tock tick tock . . .)

These clouds above, aren't of doubt, my past despair I, many times, did love.

Those times dissipate.  This weather!  I did not anticipate.

My SOUL my SPIRIT floats me belongingly along.

I smagrin.
Cage 1, in my cave, of memories reminding me I'm shackeled to hope,
dressed up in dreams, for mockery: belittling gleams.  

Ha!  

I will finish this, un-drenched from a flood of disapproved disability.  But,

4.  Kane.  Able I am.  For Cane, I still sweetly smagrin because.

I came.

I saw.

I kicked some Astro-nomical diagnosi of what I can not.

Can.

will not.

Will.

I can.  I ran.  Next to a man.  Named Dan.

(tick tock tick tock . . .)

Now up another hill?!  I've strengthened my legs, a bit.
Still, walk and smagrin.
Take it slow.  Encourage other walkers.
Smile as I pass them.  Oh, and smile the many passing me.
So many passes.  Rain drops on my glasses.

The last leg?  Ha ha, barely hobbling and almost high stepping it as I begin my jog again,
sloshing the turns.  Slipping almost sliding.  

Still, floods of rain!

Finish line in view.

(tick tock tick tock . . .)

Hands shaking, again, of what seems again so new.

Smagrin now to teeth!

Pick up the pace almost to a sprint.  Ya, to the last hundred meters,

but when You reign forever,

my strength will rise!

I ran another!

5.  K

Accomplishment, I surmise.  And I can still keep open my eyes!

the trees

the Spirit breathes musically gilded tunes and tones that shine with heightened eye lids.

the trees don't sing.  would they like to?

if they did, there'd be resonances of bass and oak, hollow booms of old breaths, heavy gasps.

still, the wind directs their attention asking to not twist or turn or become uprooted due to the negligence of attention.

the booms bring beats.  the feet's reverberate the land and old anger will never do old bark any favor.

the elders in the woods say,

"your flattery does not flatter me or any tree in our society.

our fruit won't ripen earlier or later than expected.

our flowers won't blossom due to your tender cares or

patronage.  nature commands us.  not, who, you man"?