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 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.
The sky is blue. The air quality is good. The white egret is back and stays with the fishermen.
The flowers are blooming. I have my shadow selfie.
The walk is invigorating. It beats the pandemic isolation.
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.
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.
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?
A bird and my shadow may seem near but far apart
one perches on a fence, the other verges on another
The sun smiles on us.
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.
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?
One bird perches in a tree
The other rises up towards infinity
Then dips skimming the river surface
The tide starts flowing up the river
I have a glimpse of one’s life
It’s Thursday
I will be dining with a friend.
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