The leaves were changing colors.
Today on my third day
of walking after the fall
I reached the river.
I saw a blue heron, maybe
a younger one, feathers paler blue
Bending down to tighten my shoe laces
I found a penny next to my shoe
I felt richer.
Is it a journal or diary
or just doodling?
Both need writing
and thought.
and repetitions.
We drink a bottle of wine
The moon shines on the town square
Tomorrow we will go fly fishing
We spread our vacation days
Seldom we feel so fresh
And asking questions.
Afterwards, school.
What will be to light our way
Knowledge or experience?
Since my fall about 4 weeks ago I have not walked to the river until today. I walked halfway, easing my way slowly.
I felt good.
Yukka and palm trees shadow the sun
Thorns and leaves abound
Life.
Books I am reading:
Middlemarch by George Eliot
(with my Book Club)
Coming to Our Senses by Jon Kabat-Zinn
There was once a place
Where the mountain breaks the softness of sunrise
Where fishermen sing while tending their nets
Where I grew up,
The narrow streets and old houses play in my sleep
People meander and talk at sunset
On Saturdays a farmer’s market
Filled with animated visitors.
I miss the place.
The past is part of the present
I will understand happiness
Depends on differences of small things
Will make sense later
I am fit not from running
But from gardening
I want you to come with me
And visit this place
You are a good listener.
The future
Can be full of chatter.
I become too familiar
With the world around
There are possibilities
We can laugh together.
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