Thursday, January 23, 2014
Monday morning, he rises before dawn.
In faint light, he puts on his shoes & jogging outfit.
No cellphone, no wallet, nothing to weigh
him down as he dashes out of the door into darkness.
The early morning run is his temple.
Rain, sun, autumn or snow, it didn't matter.
The wind tussles his hair to solitude.
There's only the hiss & crunch of
his shoes hitting dirt as he picks up momentum.
This time is his alone.
Not husband. Not father to two girls.
Not teacher to school. Not a sibling nor son.
Just a soul, soaring free like black birds
vanishing above trees.
She wakes up to find he has not yet returned
from his morning run. Her eyebrows furrow for a moment.
It's not like him to be late for school. Or for any appointment.
Same dependable man. Same dependable teacher.
Unvarnished like silvery hair & glasses.
Like a school clock, he is predictable for the last 20 years.
Facing the mirror, she notices her wrinkles & grooves.
She smooths them away, like dust. As if her hand is
a magic wand. As if time healed
whatever was broken, lost or simply missed.
For a split second, she sees a young girl
hovering as blue
before an older woman reappears.
She wonders what her husband saw
this particular morning
in the silver
Notes: This is based on true story of the missing 52 year old Ontario teacher who disappeared on Jan. 12, 2014 after his morning run. Until now the police don't have a clue to his disappearance as he left his wallet & clothes. It has been suggested that "he wanted to walked away".
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