Spring begins hot
on the sleeve, glaring off outdoor tables and the hoods of cars.
My sinus cavities flow, toes wiggling in infernal shoes.
At the next table
I hear, "It's already been 102 degrees in Death Valley." In
the woods, water emerges from the mundus, a dead poem uncannily rising
to the lips of an ancient bard. A canopy of mist covers tall
flora. I walk in as hounds are
trotting out, their obedient masters trotting behind.
Evolution is a
bricologe with reciprocal paths that interact to
synthesize incoming information. One carries a large amount of
data from different brain and body areas and
contains memory cells. The other originates in the brain stem
and interacts with the first pathway to learn new patterns of
movement based on incoming information. New skills are learned
by trial and error and then coded into the cerebellar memory.
Clinical observations suggest a runner splashes through. Should I go further? "It's late
and I'm getting old." Hearing this, the trail lends my legs
its muddy feet.