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.
The waves embraces
the descending moon
a fish dangles in the line
The seeds get strayed from the garden
Travel in miles of air
The petals fall like kisses
Or is it kisses like petals falling
Landing on your hair, shoulders and dreams
And I waking remember the fragrance
Of the place where you once walk.
I remember you telling me
Not to get anchored in dreams
“Shape your future in reality,” you said.
The egret standing on the riverbank
Remains like a statue
When a boat passes by
The egret looks at me
as if asking a question
Will a rose remains a rose
If no one looking?
The friendly egret
The sidewalk where I walk
If I’m blindfolded I will not see the hummingbird feeding.
I can hear a waterfall.
If I’m blindfolded I will not see the stars
I can hold a fishing pole and cast a line.
If I’m blindfolded I will not see the rain
i can hold a purring cat.
If I’m blindfolded I can’t say there’s only light
If my eyes are open I will be blinded by the sun.
If I’m blindfolded I will not be able to drive.
I can play chess.
If I’m blindfolded I will not juggle a lighted torch.
I can whistle.
If I’m blindfolded I will not see the waves
I can ride the crest.
With my eyes open I can be blind.
In scarcity I can find gratitude.
Simplicity of life and death.
Then I meet you.
note: Napa River with the 2 birds.
note: cell phone photo of Napa River
the egret flies away
against the upstream tide
note: hurried shot with my cell phone camera.