How to begin

The origin, the seed

how one begins

is not always known.

Leaves filter the light

sometimes luminous lines appear

murmurs arise, slowly fade

you are playing with a cat

noises outside distract your attention

young adults riding bicycles passing 

outside the window are talking loudly

You search your memory

when you were at that age

developing the habit of repetition

riding around town and along the river

your imagination arranging images

the commotion when fishermen arrived at the dock

the boats, smell of the sea, fish, big and small.

You bike back home

like completing a loop in memory

you will listen to the language of the birds

unsurprisingly calming at the end of the day.

Confusion

I will be away

only for a few days

from confusion of mind and soul

riding the world’s common time

like a heart of a promise

to return consciously

one fragment at a time

like voices drifting, then silence

even ugliness 

can have a wonderful side

or imaginary digressions

of very small fulfillments 

to life’s most important things.

from my walk last week
from my walk last month while away
from my walk today

Sunny Day

63 degrees, sunny, the tide is going upstream

Maybe 

the scope of your vision is narrow,

the field is wide, memory may falter,

movement, persistence, diminishes

distance between remembering,

words will come in baskets

no barren day or empty life

even dreams have voices

do not cease 

to take care of yourself

Rise, go, where nature lives.

Musing

What are cruel works for man?

The siren paves a way

rage to be heard

or hurry to offer remedy

someone cries for help

arrival then silence

Start of another story 

One may not walk away

drastic alteration of meanings

the grief rises when 

one doesn’t listen

but invisible energy emerges

when someone cares

After all this thinking

I arrive at a camp at Lake Millinockett

to fish for brown trout.

note: The book I’m reading: When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chodron

Arise

Arise

dust off dreams from your eyes 

the foliage is changing colors

leaves are abundantly falling

birds are toeing ahead of me

You don’t have to move boulders to walk the dogs

Ladies walking in pairs smile as they wave

Lift the heaviness that anchors your mind

fisherman’s eyes rides the wake testing his passion

The boatman glances to the fisherman,

thinks what he is missing

Arise

walk, share your sweet time with others

or get the ladder and wash your windows

before mornings turn quickly into afternoons