note: passing through Carneros, Napa Valley as a passenger.
Don’t be stalled by the unknown
or a captive of immensities
Keep your journey then return home
then leave again.
Sometimes you have to climb the trees
to see the sky
or you can simply lie down on the grass
and look up.
Don’t be frightened
You can’t stitch fractured thoughts together
Gather them in a basket
From time to time
Pick bits and pieces
And tell your story.
How many of 7,401,858,841 humans have you encountered?
Imagine a universe of possible connections.
When I arrive low tide has almost emptied the river
Revealing muddy banks and signs of old dredging.
A fisherman immersed in his cell phone laments
Absence of fish, a blue heron is tiptoeing beside him.
A cyclist-friend walks with his bike with me,
Says his father has been seeing butterflies
Fluttering on his bedroom wall in the morning
A slow narrative increasing in length.
I chat with a whistling man
Walking his corgi diminishes, he says,
His disillusionment in life. He starts
Remembering the different kinds of trees.
The hills are yellowing before me
Before the summer solstice.
Seedless watermelons selling for $4.99 each
Outside a grocery store next to a bank.
That night I hear
An angelic voice singing a lullaby
Which comforts me
To a deep sleep.
if you walk tomorrow, bring water in a bottle
and an extra step. The whole day may be hot.
moving a piece of pie
note: Napa River at low tide
note: original photo, uncropped and non-adjusted.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.
note:I attended a meeting in Incline Village, NV. The creek is full and noisy.