Tanka
Created . Updated .2/20/2026
Cold morning footsteps
timed by my cadence and breath.
Subthreshold repeats.
Seeking the elusive pace
where effort is effortless.
Pushed a bit too hard;
labored breathing my alarm.
When will this rep end?
I wish away the seconds
of my joyful solitude.
2/19/2026 (2)
The house is so full
of things that never get used.
Clutter, debris, junk.
Peace always beyond my grasp
like the hammer I can't find.
2/19/2026 (1)
Headache, no coffee
Chills as fasting hours pile up
Sleep is elusive.
Alarm is soft though too soon,
but morning brings clarity.
Relaxed footsteps fall
Thoughts flow smoothly, like the run
Hand of thought opens
I notice, and stillness breaks
It was nice while it lasted.
Savoring breakfast
Feast of oatmeal and almonds
Energy rushes back
Focused clarity
After-effects of the fast
Gently, math problems
engage my mind like the run
I enjoyed pre-dawn.
Rusty; age has made me slow
of foot and of mind alike.