Life is like running the hills of the loop 

On an abandoned golf course the city decided to let loose 

Lambert’s Point, my new favorite place 

It looks like something out of a Pixar movie 

Wildflowers are just that, wild

The grasses grow tall

It is spectacular in all its color, truly 

A sidewalk-like path runs through 

I run it, unbridled 

On a Sunday morning

The green hills touch the sky

My kind of wooden pews

Some of my friends show up 

But some can’t keep up 

Not because I’m fast 

Nah, some stop to chat

We all end up at different locations on the giant loop

If I’m high enough on one hill, I can see what they do 

And oh, the water views!

Along the Lafayette

I’m surrounded by butterflies and dragonflies

Under a baby blue sky 

The magic (or the hills?) steals my breath

And then I think about death 

It plays us all like checkers 

I was reading the obituaries this morning – I figured I better start living

So I came here

What becomes of all the records?

Medical, financial, Olympic 

I’ve got my misgivings

My friend on the loop complains of the carbon coming off the coal plant along the river

I’m not that scientific 

But aren’t we carbon?

Somebody, somewhere is starvin’

I just cheer her on and keep running 

Politics still find us in the nature 

I make a mental note to look up some stuff later

As people pass on bikes 

Dogs catch frisbees 

People should do what they like 

There’s a breeze that blows gently

I like the struggle of running up these hills

They say it makes one stronger

But the obituaries haunt me and I wonder if I can run much longer 

The thought gives me the chills 

Or maybe that’s the breeze?

All I know is that I think heaven might look like Lambert’s Point

The hills , these, are just joints 

Between where it meets the earth, my hometown

What an amazing thing, this random golf course I found 

I spent the day there, just running the loop 

Watching the butterflies and dragonflies abound

Thinking about how everything dies

But at Lambert’s Point running is a coup

And everything is colorful and vibrant, like in heaven – forever alive