A feast of drinks, laughters, and embraces
And the late hour. I felt
Carried in the softness of air and deep comfort
Deeper into nothingness.
I woke up with darkness breaking
Chairs, tables, chandelliers, photos on the walls appearing
It was not the particulars that were frightening
Or the suddenness that was bewildering
Or the dull argument I was visited by demons
It was the silence, surrounded by silence
The loneliness of waking, waking up alone.
You carry barest
essentials in your backpack
and a fishing pole
Stay for awhile
Let’s share a bottle of wine
adventure can wait
settles in impermanence
toasting our future
Questions of where you’re
going and about my pursuit
follow our gestures
Filling our glasses
vintage follows another
Is it hours, days?
stories after stories
blurring the edges
Comes day of goodbye
to seek, to find the unknown
dawn of a new mind.
note: a sculpture outside Fort Winery, Sonoma County, CA
considering the abundance of emotions
the grandeur of the immediate and the experienced
a new dawn
The school resumes teaching cursive writing
You can move ahead
Do not have to wait to be understood
Loveliness in the flowering foliage,
Writing brings concrete branches of particulars.
When you arrive from the directions of any realm
The studio will be waiting for you
The colors, brushes, pens
Dawn spreading after the rain.