The ground is rough, wet and pulls at the ligaments

An evening karate practice in the January maw of darkness

A first kata then *Kanku Dai where possibilities beckon

A rooting for a release of the finite into

Space where power, speed as one energy

May submit to your own art


A glaring wash of van headlights stutter

Flow and fell any concentration, movement

Both feet of mud and clay stop

The mind busy with a lack of any path to the sky.


*Kanku Dai-meaning ‘to look at the sky’

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