“My Healthy Hobby” trail running poem
The poem at the end of this post came to mind last week (I wrote it 5+ years ago, and had not thought of it for a long time) when I came across some formidable paw prints in the dust on a (solo, as always) early-morning trot through The Willows (the forested floodplain of Santiago Creek, between Irvine Park and Santiago Oaks Regional Park).
While I was awed by the big tracks, I was sad to discover another drought-stressed willow had given up overnight, cracked a big branch off the main trunk, and thrown it across the trail . . . a dry-times-sacrifice the photo below does not quite capture.
Also un-capture-able via my little pocket camera (but I still try!): the fragile-but-sturdy Sacred Datura or locoweed (Datura wrightii) blooming in the dust . . . a plant with both beautiful and deadly qualities.
The poem’s a bit “over the top” . . . but it was fun to write from a paranoid sort of mindset.
My Healthy Hobby
ridge-top dry heaves
one hill done
dirt to eat
rocks and cactus
what was that?
just a shadow?
all my water
damp shirt shivers
But seriously, folks: Happy Trails!