The Distraction

The Distraction

The days pass like rain falling between your fingers

You are unaware the mountain’s summit disappears, river dries up

You worry yourself about deadlines and profits

Perception narrows, words evaporate between us

The time passes the definitive, irreversible point

Your distraction is being too focused

Like a robot whose full devotion is to vacuum the living room.

Attention

She sits on the sand

listening to the sound of the sea

There are a few people on the beach

Some are waiting for the sunset

She waits for the green flash.

A loud sound of a car crashing distract her thoughts

Like tiny fevers that affect the carpenter’ mind

Sounds of hammering, falling nails, slip of a saw

She runs to the road, a car

Smashed against a tree

She opens the car door quickly

Pulls the driver out, bleeding, moaning

Assessed the situation quickly, calls 911

Still shaken after the ambulance leaves

She returns and looks at the ocean again

And see not just darkness that veils the horizon

She sees farther, lines of light, 

Bright as her thought

Or she sees clearly what’s in front of her

She still misses or only glances

For things with deeper meaning

How fragile is time and beauty

Simple thread, as we are,in the tapestry of the universe.

We may not even be able to say goodbye.

Weather

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Flying in circles while waiting

To see the land

The mountain can become a monster

Time fades, the land disappears

The plane loses its bearing

Wandering in the mist

We always wonder about the weather

We are surprised about the answers

Sadness comes unexpectedly.
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The Lightness of Carrying an Epidemic

The Lightness of Carrying an Epidemic

New drink from the ginger roots pulled out from the garden

A glass, freshly boiled and rich with honey

You plan to replenish your depleted immunity

The storms of microbes are dousing the plane passengers

All coughing now and feverish

Chinese medical reports an epidemic in the chicken farms

Spreading from airports to airports

When they arrived home children will carry the virus with their books

From class to class, backpacks, playgrounds and sleep overs

The virus travels like a seasoned wanderer, unhindered and silent.

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

I plant a tree

I help an old man cross the street

I walk with others

who walk in the park

heads down, heads up

smiling, withdrawn

a day in the world

to gather love in the basket

and give away

“universal forgiveness” of what we have

and what we are.

LOVE

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Walking around the kitchen, dining room

She notices words on boxes, objects on the walls

On papers lying around the tables

She hears the sounds, sees images, juxtapositions

She remembers her mother

making wreaths out of corks

She arranges her own

Made of mushrooms and marshmallows, crackers and fruits

She remembers when her mother took her to an art museum

They saw Monet’s paintings of haystacks and water lilies

She remembers her mother

took her and toured a pineapple plantation

She imagines Monet painting

rows and rows of pineapples

How about rows and rows of olive trees

Will he get tired of them?

She wishes she can ask her mother

She will know.

 

Blossoming

The blossoming of what one solitary heart can attain

Each time one opens the window of dawn

The abundant praise that comes out

The ordinariness shaped since ancient time

A rhododenrdrone, mountain goats, waterfalls

All offered to be touched, uttered, experienced,

Makes one bolder to leave the shelter

Shyness can not remain hidden

The dialogue of senses climbing each step

To attain the summit of expressions

The confluence of thousand stars, a constellation

We are the new arrivals

The vastness seems to be always there

We think they will last forever

They are evanescent as we are

But we try as if leaving a hint

Of what we are.

My Levels of Knowing

My Levels of Knowing

Fire, smoke and interruptions

Surround us

I found a pebble in my pocket

The entrance to the castle is open

My grandfather does not travel

He often takes me fishing

The guards sees us

We smile and walk forward

My friends are engaged in birdwatching

My grandmother sometimes  hides broken pieces in the closet

When are you returning

Inside the castle with its grandeur, we are lost like kittens

We can’t rise to the day’s heights or adapt to the hours

I accept the brevity of a flower,

I am getting older.