2021/10/14 #poetry I wouldn't go if I had what I wanted. Right now I feel many things are missing. Today as I sit here in this moment, this park, with this weather, is very very nice. Today nothing seems to be missing but that's because I've decided to go. I know what awaits me is not more of the same. With this impending shift, all that is missing seems again within reach, whereas before, everything felt so stagnant.
2021/10/12 #poetry I want to sleep. I want it so bad. I feel the deep pulling down on my head. The day was nice but now it is through. Sleep is the only thing I've left to do. So I'll turn out the light and get into bed. Then I'll stop moving, body heavy as lead. Dreams will come fast, I've noticed before, but in those dreams too I will sleep, I need more. Every day I turn in for rejuvenating rest. I never complain because sleep is the best.
2021/10/11 #poetry I enjoyed my day. I enjoyed it well. I went for a trip and a ride, it was swell. There were things that I saw and there were places I went past. Most of them did not make memories that will last. So here I will put my account of the day. I probably don't need to but here it will stay. I was in Mosswood Park, just rolling around and I almost couldn't believe what I'd found. There was a bike, leaned on a tree, without a soul in sight 'cept for me. It had no lock, and it had no derailleur, just a flip-flop hub on this hipster conveyor. Front tire flat and scratches all over, the frame said Schwinn and the seat said Soma. The other parts looked fancy too. How did it get there? Left by who? I thought I might take it, worth money this thing, but it seemed logistically problematic to bring. I was on my own bike, so I left this one alone. I felt rather pleased that I didn't bring it home.
2021/10/10 #poetry I might assume that having a view would change the way I feel. There is no way to know without living it for real. To see so far just feels nice but why I can't explain. When you can see what's coming maybe that reduces strain. The landscape catches lots of sun, reflecting it to me, I enjoy the motion of the wind rustling a tree. It takes its time to cross the sky, this fluffy bright lit cloud. The shadow flows across the land, a slowly moving shroud.
2021/10/8 #poetry As if out of a dream. Nothing I could have expected but more than I could have wished for. This is the place I want to be. I think it will fulfill all my needs. I felt joy to find it. I felt delight to experience it. I feel peace just to know it is there. My target is set. My desire is engaged. I have a goal and I have a path. Happy day.
2021/10/7 #poetry Well, it might look that way, but it's not just a book. Not to me. Not to most people who read it. This book is magic. Well, maybe it is just a book, the magic being in what it says, but wouldn't you call a box full of miraculous magical powder a magic box? The words are most important, not by themselves of course, it's their particular arrangement, but the whole presentation is also very helpful in creating and delivering that enchantment. There's really no denying that it has more of an impact than could ever be expected from what, I'll concede, looks just like any ordinary book. I don't want to spoil it for you, since you clearly haven't read it, but there's no way to forget it, you'll be forever changed. You'll carry its ideas, it's language and it's phrasing, because they're so amazing, until you're in your grave. The flowing of its phonemes, yes its rhythm and its cadence, help it to be remembered, are so much fun to say. This is the sort of writing, which over many decades, is repeated just so often, that it becomes cliche. I won't loan you my copy, to me it's just too precious, but while you're here peruse it, enjoy it while you can. I suggest you read it, as if it is a story, start from the beginning, the sequence has been planned. Once you get into it, I'm sure you'll want to own it, to read it and to share it, to have it in your hand. Who wouldn't want to own something magic?
2021/10/6 #poetry The Benches The benches are placed all around so people don't have to sit on the ground. Is it comfort or simply fashion the cultural thrust of this seating ration? The scarcity of this design makes many people change their mind about sticking around for any time when they are unable to find a seat or a chair or a bench
Shade is a special type of shadow. Shadow is a special type of darkness. Darkness, as you see, can be very complex.
2021/10/5 #poetry The image for the day was a field of endless wheat. A three second video of the wind sweeping over it can seem beautiful, but when you're in it it is hell. Just a short visit might be ok, if you don't have any allergies yet, but living there, spending hundreds of hours there in a completely unchanging landscape is crazy making. This is just conjecture. I haven't myself done it. Why would I? Seems so obviously insane. I've been in places where there was no indication that I was moving before, or that I was making progress even when movement was evident. That's bad enough. And I was traveling, so I knew things would change. Remove that, realize that even when you get out of this repetitive sameness you'll be back the next day, I wouldn't last too long, I wouldn't be back.
2021/10/3 #poetry You might tell me, you might say, or perhaps gesticulate everywhichway, or you might storm off, without a goodbye, thinking explaining's just not worth the try, but you might change your mind, though you might need convincing, figuring that we could clean this up with a rinsing, even if you stay and you try to make good, we'll remember this day and we'll laugh, as we should.