Calamities, distant or vague
Bring tremors to the mind
Where do you want to be
When the sun goes down?
Can you be anywhere,
Ubiquitous like the sun?
But the mind though untrammeled
Can not occupy all spaces.
A fisherman bruised by absence of fish
Will pursue with ferocity
Any hints of trout presence
In whatever weather or distance.
He will not be deceived by color
Or pitch of whirling waters
Or exasperated by any sinking thought
The oars are focused, desire is steeled.
Does begin the intellectual incarnation
A reverence for beauty and truth
The universe forever expanding
I’m feverishly reaching for your hand.
The trees color my morning
My morning walk expands my day
Mixing two colors brings a third
Juxtaposition of two words or phrases
Brings a fresh thought
A ladder standing next to an empty garden
Or goats knocking on my door
A glass of scotch or a glass wine
How do you start
To add meaning to your day?
What’s the meaning of starting your day?
She has no troubles.
She has no troubled existence
She can’t immediately forget
She has many “for the first time”
she has not experienced yet.
The phrase ”for the first time” excites her.
How does it feel to sleep and wake in an ice palace?
She wants to spend the four seasons in different parts of the world.
She is almost seventy.
Then there is an ancient advice:
Have a “constant” everyday
even just a tiny ripple
a glance, a fold, a sliver, a tantrum
a constant of surprise
Sometimes you try to retrieve
from the rooms waning summer holidays of memory
harvest, dancing, night serenades
love grows with each song.
Today, autumn starts
crisp air, sun drenched multiple colored leaves
She has to remember again
the many ways to wear her pashmina.
a halo of black curly hair
and your distracted face.
the mountain’s affection for the sunflower field
radical, abstract, abundant
folding laundry, looking at each other’s eyes