A large glass plate

is a wondrous thing.  This isn't that yet memory is a great creator, inventor.  So, we have a big, beautiful plate on which to place...what?  Nothing but the plate itself.  Complete.  Complete as in perfect.  Lovely.  Yes. 

The trees are beginning to look like sails

in the company

of fish scales.

Still,

there is an eye

to all of this.

And something/

someone

made the swirling

happen.  No doubt,

breath

of some

sort.

The bird always appears at this precise moment.

A dream has its own watch.

A spoon, its own rhythm.

A circle is nothing more

nothing less.  Remember this,

the next time you go 

walking

with no agenda

other than your feet

& your heart. 

Remember,

there are birds

at eye level --

wherever

that may be. 

Magical kingdoms

abound.
Close to home.
At home. 
In the home.
Home is love
with a roof
& a refrigerator
with food
& bookshelves
filled.
A well-used
wooden spoon
to stir-up
some magic. 

Waiting

for the gesture
to be finished
waiting for
the eggs
to scramble
waiting for
a poem
to appear
across the page
a furtive
fox
waiting for

Interdependability

Transformation

has specific hues to its process.  We're at the beginning here.  We're at the beginning of so many transformations.  Including ourselves.

An alphabet is formed

as energy created between positive and negative.  The mouth knows this as surely as do eyes.  Always look down, keep focused, keep pen/paper at the ready.

Listen: wood is a storyteller

Whether it's bark & branch or table.  Many stories.  Many voices.  Much to learn.  Listen.

When mint looks like kale

does kale look like mint?   And you ask, what that marble of a full moon at the bottom under a full sun.  Marinated kumquat.  The rest -- pure elixir.  Liquid poetry.  A dialogue of circles & lines.

As an object morphs,

do we?  A simple dried magnolia leaf in the evening on the patio becomes a precipice.  Or a sand dune.  Or a simple dried magnolia leaf because the object was always a precise.  The color like my favorite wooden spoon burnished by experience.  Who have I become?

The patio umbrella is up and lit

and waiting for company.  It will be some time before we gather at the Blue Umbrella Bistro which, by the way,  isn't a restaurant.  It's a gathering spot for friends.  Food and beverage, always at the ready.   Illuminated as the people who sit around the table sharing stories, roasted vegetables and savory gestures.