High tide flows upstream
breezy, no fisherman
but a white heron
Walkers navigate
puddles and mud
heron looks away
Photographer freezes
one eye looking
focus, myself saying
Who is watching who?
no one moves
or breathes
Focus
Category: birds
December Twenty Six
at sunrise
a bird leaves
its perch
a tree painted blue
a wind chime hangs from a branch
a bird sings from faraway
a mother looks at her child
imagines colors of her voice
the sun recedes behind the mountains
she adjusts the aperture
takes all the photos
a long story begins
yesterday
a snowstorm
a child was born
Tiny Musing
I mistake a falling leaf for a bird,
A bird for a thought that flies past my eyes
I am watching the tide flows upstream
I solve today’s Wordle.
Walking
your eye catches
light’s reflection on a spider web
a hammock hanging between
a tree and fence
neurons interlaced to strengthen memory
a bridge for retrieval and deep learning
atoms, stars, horrors
of war, how to be a shepherd
the interlacing of flowers,
spices and herbs in a garden
flowers complementing appearances
and passion
plants to engender savory taste and texture
a simple life prepared a table of elegance
you resume walking
each step echoes
music of Beethoven, imaginative spark of
Virginia Wolff’s stream of consciousness
to express an exhilarating day.
The Fall
Walking to the river
I met many women walkers today
in twos, in threes
walking a dog,
walking a stroller
walking with a walker
I heard conversations
words I could not understand
I passed by an adult retirement home
glanced at people playing bocce
The sun was higher now
almost home
In crossing a street
my shoe stubbed the edge,
Like a lightning, I hydroplaned
on a concrete walkway,
For a moment I could not believe
it happened
large bruises on my knees,
palms of my hand
my stick laying in front of me,
my eyeglasses, intact
my bones, none were broken
A car stopped,
a lady driver got out, offered
to help me. I thanked her
I stood up on my own.
I arrived home to attend
to my wounds.
I was full of gratitude.
An extraordinary day
The books I am currently reading: Middlemarch by George Eliot and The Artist’s Journey by Marcia Shaver.
A Morning Walk
The walkers rest
The vulture hovers
The woman in red is nowhere
I find a penny for your thoughts
Present Moment
How often do we return to a place of enchantment
How do we “recognize the infinite value of every moment”
Rilke says, we desperately try to hold these moments in our hands
Today in my walk I found 12 cents of coins on the ground
Place them among the fowers
A moment of happiness
Not because of the new found wealth
It completes the wholeness of the universe
A new day
Morning Walk
58, cloudy, low tide
a woman and her daughter run
a dog runs with a red ball in his mouth
he drops intermittently to keep up with his master
A grandma pushes a stroller
two other children walking and talking
vultures hoover, ducks hurry on the river
My morning walk to the river
find excitement in the moment
experience the goodness of the earth
How & Why
thinning darkness
voices rising, footsteps of children
soul of a new day
start a work,
a particular work
to find a worthy self
before a final stage
there is a longing
when work is done
life is still incomplete
seeking until the end
doing and giving
the highest region of life
Is it a messy tangle
or a real knot?
She disappears in the crowd.
note: Books I finished reading: The Present Alone Is Our Happiness by Pierre Hadot.
The book I am currently reading: Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Musing
Merrily I adjust the binoculars
birds perch on the sycamore tree
sharing exhilaration.
Books I am reading:
Keats A Brief Life in Nine Poems and One Epitah by Lucasta Miller
and The Book of Form and Emptiness by Ruth Ozeki
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