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Morning walk: 8C/46F, moonless star studded sky was great until Gusta elected to poop in the shadows which might sound funny, but trying to bag it up in the dark is something I could do without at an early hour.
Here is the morning; welcome, the peace, the silence, the stillness . . . sometimes so full of yesterday’s joys and today’s plans – and just as often, just running on empty, searching.
happy EARTH DAY!
happy earth day to you,
happy earth day to you - happy earth day, happy earth day, happy earth day .... toooo you!
...and many more
‘We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we’ve created ourselves? Who’s to blame, who’s to credit but us? Who can change it, anytime we wish, but us?’ – Richard Bach
Earth Day 2010 seems appropriate to write something relevant to environment (I did once, last year ) and I wondered white might have changed at all since last year. Then I checked rice prices. You can see, last year’s spike has been followed by a series of corrections that make that Poor Guy struggle a little bit less. He might have some time for other things besides a full day’s work just to earn his bowl of rice. He didn’t create the situation, he is not an enabler of it, but a witness – not important on his own, but as part of the many he is critically important.
These old middle-aged bones are weary – bone tired, gym workout was great but paled compared to steam room dozing, where my mind wandered to so many thoughts of spring flowers, summer days, autumn walks in the woods and winter holidays.
No time ever better, no time ever will, match this time of day or night – when I am light on my feet and heavy on my pillow. It seems, sometimes, things we want – success, someone, or some grip on ourselves – seems just so far away they might not be found.
But there seems to be no time, to calm between notes of life’s song to find the answer out – too much to do, no time to waste, no extra minutes to throw around – the race is on, the chase is the way we live – rushing, mushing, an Iditarod of life, envying the lead dog’s view.
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LIKE
maybe I've already met her or nearly met her or am
about to meet her; or maybe we'll pass like two ships
at sea, in dark of night, or maybe we'll gently bump
into each other, in a store, between turnips and melons.
wherever I find her will be paradise ... and rolling
over in the middle of the night to find the person
whose foot rests on my calf or whose shoulder blade
just bumped mine for some emergency intimacy.
finger tip touch finger tip, lip touch lip, her breast
presses my chest, she lays half across me in slumber, her
murmur in sleepy ear, to barely hear, she says she loves
me and I know, as I've always known, that I love her.
finding the right fit, the right person, the right pairing –
me for her, and her for me - elusive and beautiful;
dumbstruck and gobsmacked am I, brain focused,
on her fineness, like china, I’m afraid to break.
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Mark Kolke
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April 21 Comments
April 21 - PASSING BY OR PASSING THROUGH – Love your column. I like your writing..please tell me more about you JJ,
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