Choose Writing vs Choose Reading
neighborhood this morning smelled like
mowed lawns and goose poop
childhood Lake Merritt park smell
the cork trees and the grass maze
feel the gritty sand of the playground
on the cement wall where you feed the birds
shoes on that texture, hands on that
the rotary nature center
dimly lit ever cool sanctuary
the thrill of visiting the bees
with their little tunnel to outside
putting your ear to the humming plastic
bus to NY again
guided meditation for birthdays and renewal?
guided meditation for I just quit my job?
phone phone phone
song about community
song about technology and magic
song about I will never know enough
the beautiful marshlands of New Jersey
song about an orange windsock
song about a rusty bridge
mental block against whimsical writing
in this precipice hurting world
buzzing like an indoor-outdoor bee
on Wednesday I rescued a bee
from the hot sun gravel in the
courtyard of the Rodin museum
put him in the shade with a leaf
little top-heavy bus in the sky
overpass above a leafy gorge
precipice indeed
to be a snail
to be a bee
to be a butterfly
a pollinator practice
grandpa calls on my birthday
and we talk about global warming
he says
service is what it’s all about
grandpa as the Cal bear
he said he’d send me a video of the waterfall he built
so I can watch it and meditate
I asked if he does that sometimes
he said
No, no... I don’t do that
