Musing over a cup of coffee

Have you seen a cat weeping?

Or a thirsty squirrel?

A pause, practice deep involvement

From a splendid height

A kestrel watches

Graceful speed, finesse.

Lots of letters to answer

Diminish the clutter

Walk softly on the circled path

You live, find meaning

Practice virtues

Not incomprehensible

Even if you live in Istanbul or Damascus

Or in time of pandemic

Each day can be of gratitude.

Art does not explain

You experience beauty or riddle 

Or something significant.

The View from a Window

The bougainvillea greets me abundantly 

like when I enter our kitchen 

scent of fish stew on simmer 

fills my senses

The fountain attracts attention

of squirrels carrying acorns 

hiding in our neighbor’s redwood tree . 

Will they be thirsty?

One lone umbrella and a table  

near a bed of roses 

like a fly fisherman standing alone 

in a  mountain stream

A white a statue sits on the wooden fence. 

It moves, has wings. It’s an egret.

I hear  hurried steps on the stairs and a voice.

Kaylee? Is that you?

It’s June. Everyone

is coming home.

Promenade

It’s Friday and a very warm day. At the moment it’s 100 F degrees. I went to our county library to pick up a book this morning when it was only 85 degrees. 

Afterwards I went to the promenade along the riverfront. On my return walk I passed through the hotel corridor leading to the 2 restaurants in the hotel complex.

I took a few photos of fresh and dried hydrangeas and few other things.

Bye

I look up the sky and predict how my day will be

Glorious if blue, deluge if black

If the monarch butterflies are migrating

The sky may be dark

Or white with all the beautiful cloud formations

I can get my camera and take photos

And make an album

I learn that I have to know more than the sky color to survive

Life is tough and dangerous and fun

Or I may end up in Hollywood

And become rich or an addict

Preferably I should learn how to negotiate a roundabout

It could mean life or death

Well I have to go

My partner is waiting

We have to go to the forest to pick mushrooms

Bye.

Surprise

A bird flies inside a house then struggles to get out

Open the door, open the windows

Sounds like a flag in the pole snapping with the wind

Frantic almost insane then the bird finds the open window

A young boy looks, follows the bird’s flight

Happens so quickly like lightning on a summer afternoon

He sits down and thinks:

How should I welcome the unexpected?

Could life be different or better?

Last 3 Days of Walking

For the last 3 days our air quality is good. I have been walking to the river daily. 

Thursday-7000 steps. Friday-9000 steps. Today, Saturday-9000 steps.

All the  photos from my mobile phone.

Yesterday’s photos:

This is the walking path below the street level thats goes to the river. The river is behind me.

Below are my photos today.

Early this morning the fog still veils the southern crossing and the bridge is not visible .

The sun is just starting to come out. Sun’s reflection in the river.

The white egret and the fisherman are not talking to each other.

The street that leads to the river and parallel and higher level to the pathway on the right. I’m facing the direction towards the river.

Returning from the river I connect to this sidewalk to continue my walk.

My Tuesday Walk to the River

Why will someone leaves a helmet on a bench

Or hide an empty  Remy Martin under a shrub

Around us from a safe distance, wild fires rage

Smokes drift our way

The sun is burning orange

My mistake is to try capture the spectacle

Forgetting my focus can burn my eyes

Walking home a hummingbird catches my eye

Dancing from one flower to the next

In time of the pandemic is everything relevant?