I watched the woman I describe in this poem a few days ago as I sat on a bench at a local pier, here in Victoria, BC.
She was a powerful sight and seemed to radiate energy as she finished her run.
Her long silver hair
(held loosely in a ponytail)
Shines defiantly in the sunlight
As she walks along the wooden boards of the pier.
I see a few loose tresses dance freely in the warm sea air
while golden beads of perspiration lightly spot across her forehead
(A pattern I know well).
Her run is newly finished
And her zest for the moment has just begun.
She feels the wind along the back of her neck
And stops to complete a forward lunge
(First the left leg and then the right), slow and steady movements
That stretch her thighs
For another dock and another time.
Her sunglasses protect her eyes
Yet she still sees the forms around her:
Canada geese in a grouping of four
And a woman in a wheelchair
Who wonders where the baby goslings have gone.
She has finished her run, and is ready to walk back home,
After another deep breath
And another stretch for good luck.
© 2012 Christy Birmingham