separate ways

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The first thirty miles are mountainous and tiring
the cyclists surprisingly are energetic and engaging
their next stop will be a monastery
where monks craft beer, impeccably good beer
afterwards they will disperse to different pathways
the secular and the holy are both calling
some will don the white robes
others will continue their naughty ways
still others will ride the wind and rain,
vagabonds of faith and restlessness.

Lilly, is that you?

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I’m real, not a hybrid.
My spray paint.I’m sorry.
It’s show and tell at the flower shop.

Last Friday, The San Francisco opera cast rehearsed
the Magic Flute with the first graders transforming a boy
to a chirping bird, a girl to Queen of the Night.

The wind sways their way
like hands of hula dancers combing the air
the financiers without their horns and samurai

scan the waters, circles swirling above their heads
their benevolent hands pulling lines
to change the glitter of the baits

not to confuse but to lure the trout
they think they will catch and release
meditating the river of awareness.

Tomorrow you will return to the vineyard cave
the barrels of red are waiting
the day of blending, the day of metamorphosis.

decisive moment

You take hundreds of photographs

roses, orchids, rhododendrons

in bloom, after the rain,

mountains, rivers, forests

misty mornings, sunsets.

Are you gathering a basket

of experiences against forgetting?

Or a habit to fill space-time,

a habit against “nothingness”,

against the dreadful fog.

A glance unites feelings and intuition

your eyes see the wonders of life

harmoniously happening in front of you

seize the moment to click the camera

a “decisive moment” to freeze time-

“a hand offering a crumb of bread

to a sparrow on the kerbstone.”

A photo lives, we pass away.

need some company

What is an epiphany? Christopher McDonald, author of the book “Born to Run” observed that most recreational sports are created by men for men. “But the real skills, the human skills, are the ones where the differences between men and women are the slimmest,” he said.

At this stage of my life (just celebrated my 75th birthday) I ask myself, what “human skills” that do not need huge physical strength have I not learned yet? How about “dexterity and adaptability?” Being agile? How about nature photography? I will not develop them by sitting or using the treadmill. Plus I will enjoy more the outdoors.

Certainly there is time. Now is always present. I will call my project: The Late in Life Project. I’m certain that you don’t want an old man to do it alone.

Come, gods favor the brave and the “young at heart”.
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