We meet once in a farmer’s market
You are selecting a peach, I’m buying okra
Talk and walk and laugh
You spin a loom, I wield an ax
Gather, break, understand
Happy when together
A long beautiful day we wish each other
Before we wave goodbye
Cups of coffee and talks
Walks along the river
What is abstract
A question of enchantment
How do we measure
Content or duration
Are dimensions important?
Two of a kind maybe,
hummingbird and forsythia
contentment and envy
twins one minute apart
one is humming, the other whistling
shouting in anger, reciting a praise
eating noodles with fork, the other with chopsticks
I will go, you stay
riding a kayak, each one paddling
I look at you, you are smilimg
coffee or tea
Gosh, I forget, you remember
I thought you have the key, in my other pants
I say goodbye, you say goodbye
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.
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
I will be dining with a friend.
The robot is looking for me
Lifts all the pillows on the sofa
Opens the closets, shakes all the coats
I am with a friend next door.
We are surrounded by wild fires for several days started by thousands of lightning strikes. Air quality was poor for a few days because of the smoke.
I have been walking every day since Saturday except yesterday.
I am happy to see the heron is back.
Note: Books I finished reading: Bell by Iris Murdoch and Dante’s Divine Comedy (Inferno) translated by Hollander and Hollander.
Walking steps you to the future
like butterfly stories that spur conversation
greeting each bend with anticipation
The challenge of routine, increasing strength
of repetition, the practice
like contentment of a simple life
You will tread paths of regrets and sadness
riverbed exposed, colors of trees changed
when survival is perilous.
The future belongs to you
Don’t be afraid.