Time’s passing so quickly
You have not returned from your walk
You should have been getting ready
To go to ride the ferry
Eating breakfast, dressing up
But morning unfurls like a yarn with a cat
The telephone is garbled confusion
Converging into cries and disbelief
Of what has happened.
Tears take time to dry
Smile takes time to sustain
Flowers, sea, flamingoes, stories can not
Take the place of loss, we
Brave each morning, learning
New steps, each night may bring
New dreams, to remember and celebrate
Your life that will not return
Understanding and surrender take time
Love bears and endures all things
The only truth I have to know.
In colorful costumes, the children break out from May pole circle,
Running with outstretched arms, spreading like a fan
Butterflies shimmering in the light
It will be difficult to thread a needle
If you are farsighted.
He loses his temper and throws the dental floss
He doesn’t want to talk or smile.
She doesn’t chase the last word anymore when she talks
She observes the three bees on the rhododendron.
He drives in the forest and along the coast
He is calm under the redwood trees.
She drops the vase filled with water and flowers on the living room
Her right hand is bleeding.
He helps her clean up
They decide to make amends.
“Seize the day,” the poet says
Helping others is the crowning praise.
It’s wonderful when verb and adjectives are used together
I like crabs dancing under the candle lights.
When pronouns drop in , it’s hilarious
All the nouns scatter.
They are laughing walking on the beach
Beethoven is a pianist, then a composer.
Experience of loss and sad endings are dispersed in life
They are secret ingredients of freedom.
She runs alone, alone with her own thoughts
The hardest challenge.
Failure, triumph, dried tears, lost tracts of time
In sepia then autumn raging with colors.
Embroidery is a sacred craft
We welcome new threads.
A moment of each day.
Mrs. Abstract and I meet with our friends in San Francisco
and tour the art exhibit of Paul Gauguin at the de Young Museum today.
A discomfort in my walking
looking from one art work to another
a pebble in my shoe
Wherever you go
or wherever you stay
your heart, an altar of gratitude.
note: My one moment today is finding this mixed media art work in the school office of our parish church while I was waiting to talk to the school principal.
My day starts late with a walk to the river
Counting the black birds on the tree
They come down to feed on feeders
Thrown by a woman on the sidewalk.
Our activity continues to the downtown
Where children and adults parade their lanterns,
Light attires, jellyfish lighted parasols, costumes.
Their route passes along where lgihted arts
Are projected on buildings complete with music and narrations.
We end the evening under the huge moon
As if it falls down from the sky
Which is what one child asks her mother about.