(DAI Membership Meeting)
My way between appointments
To remain alive
As blowing snow continues to fall
Even as it takes different forms
Over 25 laps later
Around and around and around
The indoor track at the Rec Center
I am grateful, proud, relieved
to have pushed through
Initial resistance and discomfort
Staying in constant motion
Because when I'm in it
I love the sweat
The dampening of my clothing.
Evidence of my persistent exertion.
(630M driving up Austin Landing I-75N Dayton)
You are my beacon
My familiar in the midst
Of so much chaos
Tension and electronic inundation
You are constantly
Consistently, persistently there
As the chaos
Swirls during a busy week
I see you chartreuse orange
Filling up the western sky.
On my way to work this weekend past
At that ungodly hour and now when you are
Ethereally translucent white
Hanging in the Western sky
As Canadian geese do a flyover above you
I am loving you
You massive magnificent moon.
(Waking at 745 AM)
Time passes like sand in a monopoly hourglass
As I ponder the future
My calendar stays booked
As I do not want to waste
A minute of time
Experience all of these abundant opportunities
It is an out
Of my body experience
As I watch myself
Run the entire distance
A whole 26 minute
Block of time.
I amaze myself
What was supposed to be
One leg in front of the weather.
At first I curse
I did not wear enough clothing
I never stop to walk part of the distance
I realize I am doing this past one stop sign
Then settlement crossing
Then past the Walnut Tree
Past Park Edge
Past black dog.
My chest is cold.
But my heart is warm
And I have warmed up as I keep it moving
Kicking my own butt into gear.
.(an unusually warm day w/high of 53 degrees)
A fine but busy day
Takes my breath away.
I wake to grab a cup of hot tea
And sleepily stumble upon my sister
And her husband at her special table
Near the fireplace.
Some friendly banter from Bhakti and Mark
Precedes the decision to prepare breakfast
Mark makes the eggs,
I chop the cilantro,
Bhakti preps the grapefruit.
It is pleasant to slow down
Way down from the frenzied
Chaotic pace of our week
Both at work
At work out
And in transit
And savor a meal together.
Added bonus: Sandro offers a taste
Of his special eggs.
Senora, me llamo Juan!
But no matter what
Behind my car in the driveway.
You are awkward,
In your silence,
Lack of announcement,
Skulker, stop skulking
Or I will get out of my car, and…
I find you
In all the spaces
Between electronic humming and insanity
I slow down and take notice of…
Those things others may miss
For their rushing
Like fluttering leaves
Conducting their own symphony
With wind as their instrument
And the downy woodpecker
Tapping aspen in my sister’s backyard
Delighting us with his bright red nape.
Baby blue rays perfectly slanted
Pouring out of heavenly holes
Compelling me to soar up to heaven
To be with my great God and the angels.
Splayed branches now bare of their clothes…
Pushing, pointing, directing my attention
Ever up, upwards pushing up to the sky
As luminous brilliant pink orange cotton candy swirls
Inspire a recipe.
I can almost taste it,
Fluffy cloud sorbet
Citrusy, sweet, sour, tart, tangy
All at the same time.
Hwy 71 returning to Dayton from Hocking hills
Translucent blue ethereal rays pour down
Out of cloud gaps
These rays beckon me
To soar up to heaven
Baby blue rays perfectly slanted 45°
Towards the ground
All the more dramatic
For their juxtaposition against a lightly cloudy grey sky.
My friend Lorraine would whip this
Up quick, fast, and in a hurry
Capturing (on canvas) forever this
Fleeting precious priceless ethereal look.
This gorgeous light continues
To pour and I imagine angels
Waiting for me at the tops of these holes of light.
His majesty revealed again.
Pink and purple vertically streak the western sky
Sweetly surprising me upon my exit
Out the back door to discard compost.
Do not miss these moments
Of incredible beauty
Because you are distracted.
Take time to look up!