I am sitting on a chair,
eating an egg cheese sandwich
next to a table where
a blue jay is alighting
my seem absurd
The surprise is I’m not surprised
a natural way of recognition
maybe a sacred moment
an angel disguised as a bird
a simple intimate detail of grace.
Below on the walking path
mountain hikers indulge the outdoors, sunshine
somewhere, everywhere the virus rages.
It’s summer and school is on vacation. The mountain trail has a
lot of hikers and cyclists.
The scent of pine, fresh air, and spacious outdoors are magnets.
I ventured out yesterday. I felt so free and energized.
Mrs. Abstract watched me returned from my hike.
On the second day while acclimatizing to the altitude I watched from the balcony people who came down from the mountain passed by.
Some walked, some biked down in their mountain bikes.
I’m reading Dante’s Inferno and 2666 slowly.
After a few days delay Mrs. Abstract and I finally drove up the mountains today. We were scheduled to leave on Monday but I did not feel well. I felt better last night. We brought a lot of food to limit trips to the grocery store and limit eating out in restaurants.
We will try to stay inside the condo. Walk and hike in the woods, reading and maybe writing. I play chess while Mrs. Abstract watch movies.
It’s quiet here in the mountains although when we arrived there were thunderstorms.
Books I am reading: Divine Comedy by Dante. Translated by Hollander & Hollander. I’m starting Roberto Bolaño 2666.
I walked to the river before noon. Mrs. Abstract was doing her aquatic exercises in a friend’s pool.
The day was sunny with a warm breeze. Other walkers were enjoying the day. The fishermen were patient. The boaters were in full colors.
Happy Independence Day.
Watching the fishermen:
the boys and their mother
catch 3 fish in one afternoon
within a space of 30 minutes
is enough to fill my heart.
I continue my walk,
a kayaker paddles his way in the river
another, older fisherman hides under a shade
and a fellow walker resting on a bench
while 3 ducks are inching their places on a concrete ground
I wave goodbye to a lone bird on top of electric wires.
I’m walking home.
Under a tree
A young boy returning from a walk to the river
Stops under a tree, glances at its little shade
Pulls from one of his pockets an orange
Starts peeling, dropping the peelings on the ground
Cuts a slice and puts it in his mouth.
Smiles, then resumes his walk.
I continue my walk towards the river.
In life is not easy to calculate our losses
Or emphasize our gains
There are disguises that betray us
Our vision is not always sharp to distinguish differences
Today like most days
I walk to the river
Others have similar ideas
I encounter a blue heron,
A lone bird resting on the reeds
And red flowers radiant in the sun.
Sunny and 57 degrees yesterday afternoon. I walked to the river. Met other walkers. Watched the clouds and birds. Just like today.