Once

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

And weight 

Are dimensions important?

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.

Wednesday

Sept 9, 2020

Wednesday, 9:29 am

This morning the sun gets buried in the sky

The streets are dim and quiet

No sounds of cars moving

The air is still, frozen

The morning looks like late afternoon.

I go downstairs, open the front door

Outdoors is dark.

What happens?

I open the news in my mobile.

To see if there is an explanation

Emergency service office reports smoke and ash 

are drifting towards us.

Later I learned that I was not the only one astonished.

New fires are raging.

I don’t know if the birds are crying.

From the balcony

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I am sitting on a chair,

eating an egg cheese sandwich

next to a table where

a blue jay is alighting

my seem absurd

The surprise is I’m not surprised

a natural way of recognition

maybe a sacred moment

an angel disguised as a bird

a simple intimate detail of grace.

Below on the walking path

mountain hikers indulge the outdoors, sunshine

somewhere, everywhere the virus rages.

Happy Independence Day

I walked to the river before noon. Mrs. Abstract was doing her aquatic exercises in a friend’s pool.

The day was sunny with a warm breeze. Other walkers were enjoying the day. The fishermen were patient. The boaters were in full colors.

Happy Independence Day.

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Sublime

Can I see it or feel it?

Above simplicity?

I walk to the river

The part of the world opens

Other walkers walk alone

Or with their dogs or with other walkers

Nature greets us in songs and colorful displays

Do we need measurements

And ask : Will experience be sublime?

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