I learned that my neighbor died while I was on vacation.
I did not know he was dying
I had not talked to him for a long time.
To see you climbing the stairs
the ordinary can join the divine
thoughts ascending with the spirit
I pray while driving in the rain
not to alter suddenly the conditions of the landscape
and to give us time
to accommodate the change.
Fried chicken wings and a glass of beer,
a brown paper bag filled with groceries
commodities consumed daily
walking on the beach doesn’t lessen
the burden of knowing
winter is harsh.
No need to measure the discomfort
while drinking a cup of coffee
some can run away
others can’t escape the summon,
the need to create to survive.
Vacation in the sun
Listening to songs of the sea
Sorting out photos
Arranging themselves for photos
Their faces distracted by music
Isolating their own thoughts.
Sunny and cool day. We walked our 8,000 steps on the beach.
Note: Mrs. Abstract & I are traveling the last 3 days. Overcast today.
REJOICE. CHRIST IS RISEN.