At The River
The lines are cast
The fish are not biting
A fisherman wonders why
I don’t know
From a distance in the walking path
Two walkers are approaching
Ask them the question when they arrive.
The base of a tree is surrounded by stones
The other trees are not.
It’s winter even in a tiny vineyard
Meantime I’m walking back home
I’m thinking what I will have for lunch
Will xfinity know?
How do you tell a story without interruption?
Can you remain silent after every question?
Will rain be a violation of silence?
Walk quietly when walking inside yourself.
The mountain and the sea define the table,
language creates the neighborhood.
How many ways can you cook a pig?
When I was a young girl
after the night became very dark
I will stand on the backyard
look at the sky
and wait for showers of meteors.
I will put one in my pocket
and go to bed.
I had a pocketful of questions.
Some I put on my backpack
and took them to school.
note: One more week before spring. Today is like a very warm spring day,80 degrees and the sky, so blue.