my thinking spot this spring has been perched atop gas works hill.
it's a perfect run along the canal after work,
and when i arrive on the grassy knoll and look out over the city of seattle,
i stop and breathe and thank God
because what he has made is good
(and i believe he is at work
reconciling it all back to himself).
when i'm sitting there
the little worries and unknown anxious spots of my heart
release just a fraction more.