The surprise of hearing my own voice
like seeing slivers of light filtered between the trees
The words are whispered which I could have missed
Words of encouragement, a push
My eyes are closed, my attention sharpened
I am resting a bit after walking long
My breathing is trying to catch up with my steps
In trying to reach my goal I struggle
There are benches, handrails, sources of spring water
I am vulnerable but not feeble.
I am not alone, or helpless
Though night is approaching I am not lost.
Is it the wind or spirit descends from above the trees
A voice telling me a place in eternity
The place where I am going.
Disturbed by nearness
The blue heron flies away
The child, surprised, cries
Sunny and 57 degrees yesterday afternoon. I walked to the river. Met other walkers. Watched the clouds and birds. Just like today.
I walked farther today than the previous days: three miles. I crossed Napa River on an elevated bridge and connected to the river trail, to the downtown then returned home on another street.
It was 65 degrees, sunny with a cool breeze. I met along the way other walkers and cyclists. We all practiced the safe distancing. There colorful flowers and plants and art.
I stopped a lot to take photos.
We are sheltered in.
Allowed to go out to take walks
Or get basic essentials for daily living.
I walk to the river for fresh air and scenery
The clouds form many disguises
The blue heron comes then flies away
Horses nonchalant in its movements
Tiny flowers adorn the lawn
My daily miracle.
Sometimes fog can swallow time
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.
After a few days of rain it’s sunny and an enjoyable day to walk to the river. The meadow is green again and the blue heron is back. The roses are still in bloom. Someone forgets a lion.
It’s a new year and a new beginning.
To have known you
You are brimming with gaiety
Paddling the kayak together for one hour
One foggy morning
The river at high tide
The moments of astonishment
Are more than enough for me
To welcome winter.