I forgot the brush —
reach to the wide open sky /
with an empty hand

(Notes: I actually had forgotten my staff, which I often use to cut or brush across the sky as I run through woods and open trails. As I ran from a leafy shaded area around a corner that opens to the sky, I was suddenly struck by how vast and blue the sky was, and how gorgeous the rows of clouds were. If I had a staff, it would feel so good to cut through the sky as I ran. No matter, I can cut through the sky with my open hand. And I’ve run so often with the stick, I can feel its presence even when it’s not there.