Peripheral vision

A tree falls
My head aches

A hot air ballon rises up in the sky
A child crawls farther on the floor

The northern lights swirl and dance
A boy walks whistling a tune

Tomorrow forecast of rain
You plan to go hiking

Random thoughts that come in pairs
An elephant and giraffe stand side by side

A newborn baby and a new lullaby
You pass your driver’s test and celebrate

We join the walk for the blind
We walk holding hands

The camaraderie blossoms quickly
The fire burns feverishly

The rain lasts the whole day
They clean and paint the kayaks

Remember to write in your journal
The cicadas are gathering

Learn about the desert before you venture out
People die from ignorance.


Sometimes the wind pleads for its presence
Shadows spread over the landscape
The trees quiver, windows stutter
The preparation:stacking of wood, dusting of sweaters
Gradual appearance of smile and laughter
A beginning of extended thought
Delightful affirmation of your coming
Deepening in redness like a sunset.


During my walk
when one foot touches the earth
am I honoring someone or something?
The bones buried under the land?
Or the sustenance that rises up the roots
Or the stories heard by the tress told
by storms and musical wind?

I’m resting on a bench, listening
to the music around me, movements
like breaking twigs and leaves scattering
an older lady passes by, we exchange greetings
and talk about the 100 vines of newly planted cabernet,
surrounded by special grain of sand,
on the bend of the front of us.

We walk along the path everyday and only
now we do meet. A casual conversation,
tidbits of solace during solitary walks.
They add like intertwining yarn
in beauty and strength.

After a while we say so long
resume our ordinary time.


photo: from m mobile phone.

New stories

It’s 5 below zero
I do not expect you to stay
Jazz is playing
where are the warm places you ask
I smile
The fireplace is roaring
We are talking of former travels
The wine will come to add warmth
You remember that you once loved me
And forgiven me
The summit has changed
Artists may like the different landscape
We send each other new stories
and celebrate the day of our breakup.