Dangerous resting place

A quiet Sunday morning,

watching this tiny hummingbird

build a nest in a towering Avocado tree.

Frantic coming and going,

then, she rests on a branch

of a dangerous and beautiful Angel’s Trumpet.

Uncaring about its toxicity

and seeming at peace.

Playground

Drumming

I once dreamed of playing with a rainbow,

joyfully sliding through the sky.

Someone had a more practical vision:

an earthbound rainbow drum,

unchanged by transient clouds.

 

Life’s path

Do the challenges on life’s path

ease from mastering the creative

playground? Just wondering what

I learned on time-worn, static

monkey-bars.

Photos taken at a new, creative  children's playground 

in my neighborhood. (Dolores Park, San Francisco)

Another vist

Recurring patterns in nature,

the leaf, the flower petal, the butterfly─

how can I think that I am somehow

separate? Duality simply fails

common sense and observation.

 Another visit from the cabbage butterfly

Balance

Mid-day and it sometimes seems

too much to achieve that balance:

beauty, progress and serenity.

A lesson in the cabbage butterfly:

its tiny feet holding a beautiful

meadow sage, enormous wings

spreading into the light.

Sunset

Joyously,

Bach thundering in the postlude,

leaving, just as he desired.

Celebration of a life so well lived.

In modesty, he chose Mighty Lak’ a Rose

to balance Prelude and Fugue in D.

And as the last notes faded,

the evening sun streaming

through ancient, west-facing

windows…sunset 

and farewell, friend.

In the teeming crowd

In the midst of a teeming crowd

some curl their heads toward warm feathers,

seemingly oblivious to their world.

A grizzled old man and a very sad young man

sit on a nearby street each day, kind of like birds,

part of the scene, yet tucked away.

Distractions

That sudden turn:

to catch a partly heard conversation,

perhaps startled by a sudden breeze.

I cannot decide: lack of focus

or responding to the moment?