A little boy

A little boy, perhaps 2 or 3

hair nearly white, curling in ringlets,

intense blue eyes, observant,

but shy. It was me, I thought

as I sat across from him on the train.

In reflection, it was me only

from one photo and reminiscences of great aunts:

simply an observer of then and now.

Misty day

Cold winter mist surrounding me

like a cloak. Walking in the shelter of trees

and overhangs, inward and chilled.

Suddenly, behind the western clouds

a moment of warmth as the hidden sun sets.

Bird language

Chattering birds in an overgrown bush

near a Victorian cottage…I stopped

to identify the birds and their song. (Wrens)

As soon as it was clear that I remained below, a threat,

the chatter changed into a back and forth warning.

Branch to branch, lower to upper. I moved along.

Across the street, an entirely different and joyous bird

was singing in the sundown. I paused.

Busy sidewalks

Sidewalks crowded and unruly

confusing, folks walking in patterns I can’t discern.

Not quite dark, but nearly a full moon lurking over the City. 

Could that be the cause?

Perhaps I am just out of step.

Perhaps.

Sunset

Sunset is glorious, yet ending.

Tonight, I hear my grandmother

singing “sunset and evening star,

and one clear call to me”. Oh,

to achieve life so simple,

just one clear call.

About parents

Morning with an old, old friend

talking about how today is a reflection

of our yesterdays.

“Somehow you must believe

your folks did the best they could in rough times,

or the good things would be meaningless”.

After the river

A smaller river for February?

I will miss the wonderful interaction of all the folks

who participated. So….

the intention required for going out each day,

experiencing a moment, perhaps taking a photo

is a challenge for the remainder of 2012.

Going to take it one day at a time!

Today’s was a work day. Successful, felt good.

Noticed that more people were smiling on the way home.

Synchronicity? More likely that I was more upbeat.