WALK #126

Mornings shroud. It can be obnoxious when a poet quotes from one of her poems, but let me be said obnoxious to quote from one of my poems:

“Sometimes the world should be veiled.”

Reminder

Sometimes

the world

should be veiled.

WALK #125

A lawn of frost and melting lines. We struggle to hold on. If the lines must curve, don’t let them break. Let coldness succor. 

Curve

Let the line

curve to

avoid

b  r  e

a  k

age

WALK #124

 Everything's ducky!

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When everything's ducky

no one

ducks!

WALK #123

In Napa, I’ve mostly lived on a mountain looking down at vineyards. It’s new to live amidst vineyards. And their winter views are discoveries. I was telling someone recently, "You can travel far by staying in place."

You Define the Breadth I Seek

No matter how

far you

travel

you can go

as far

staying

in place. I

remain for

you.

WALKS #121 AND #122

I did do my daily walks in past two days but was too busy to post about yesterday's. So this post reports on two days worth of walking. To wit, it took over 100 days of walking around the neighborhood to discover this Miniature Library! These small libraries are among the greatest inventions of our times--it addresses decreasing literacy as well as bring books to areas that have become bereft of bookstores. It's the largest I've seen, with its 3 shelves (I usually see two shelves that are much narrower as the libraries are intended to be small interventions) and so the selection was better than usual. I laughed at myself for foregoing the "How-to-write-a-novel" tome; as with nearly anything I write, I have to do it my way. But I did pick up a book to do a checkmark on my mental list of To-Reads: theoretical physicist and futurist Michio Kaku whose string theory I've applied to my Kapwa poetics and novels. Onward!

Treehouse

-after Joyce Kilmer's "Trees"

I think that

I shall

always

see a library to

be as

lovely 

as a tree

whose wood

creates

homes for bodies,

spirits, and

minds.

WALK #120

Yep. Tis the season. May Covid not season you as you go shopping this weekend.

A neighbor's house.

Meta

A Christmas tree

for neighborhood

trees!

WALK #119

A bird shat on me!! Right on the middle of my bouncing head!! Good Crappy Morning, World!!

At first I was irritated by the bird murmurations. But, later, a friend shared an article that explains how being shat on by a bird is a greatly positive omen. Indeed, the article suggests I should buy a lottery ticket. We can use some great luck as described in the article:

"If any bird drops its poop on the top of your head, it’s meant to be extremely good luck. Let’s face it, the odds of this happening are extremely rare, so take it as a sign that good fortune is heading your way."

Well, that made my day!!

Dear Birds,

I welcome your

murmured Blessings

despite

the uniqueness of

your splotchy

messenger.

Please let it

be so

even

without a winning

lottery ticket.

Let

me know the

ecstasy of

flight

making paintings with

the blue

sky

that can be

entitled "Bliss,"

"Flight,"

"Freedom," or any

of their

variations.