f visits the garden
by the lake
kneels down
to talk to the bumblebees
to see them up close
then befriends them
as they
learn more about each other
full of calm and peace
without fear
and after they make
a short visit to his place
gently
puts them back
where he found them
and says
goodbye for now.
the garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.
Michael Pollan
look at your feet. you are standing in the sky.
when we think of the sky, we tend to look up,
but the sky actually begins at the earth.
~diane ackerman
family climb at the sleeping bear dunes national lakeshore – empire, michigan
and with the return of the aussies
my band of grandies are back together
all on one continent
in one time and one place
sharing some mischief and one tiny space.
—
Jake: We’re putting the band back together.
Mr. Fabulous: Forget it. No way.
Elwood: We’re on a mission from God.
(The Blues Brothers)
—
last summer’s tiny space
the first time
they were ever all together
meeting in one big box.
—
came upon
what seemed to be
the world’s longest hopscotch
must have been
‘cuz it just kept on going
even when the one who drew it
counted as high as they could
and they
had no more numbers
so it ended at 82
but the boxes just kept on going.
and with this
quietly brilliant sign,
i accept your apology
with a smile.
after glancing over his shoulder
baby j is not sure
if he should
laugh, cry, scream or run.
truth at any age.
—-
image credit: roald dahl
you never know
what beauties
you’ll
cross paths with
while wandering
on a warm summer’s day
it’s been a week filled with
lots of ‘lost’
and
some measure of ‘found’
lose one
find one
lose another
find something i wasn’t looking for
and didn’t know i was missing
and so it goes
glasses
cell phone
laptop
backup glasses
one earring
one shoe
retracing steps
using the sesame street approach
blending the good news with the bad
searching
crossing fingers
voodoo chanting
all leading to
mixed results
and
an
acceptance
of this past time
as my way of life
happy
that at least i know
where my teeth are.
for now.
met this group of young entrepreneurs
while walking back
from the downtown art fair
found them
just on the perimeter
in a safe zone
for guerilla marketing
and a cash business
in a bright spot
future lemonade magnates
with
a plan
a happy disposition
and
a wagon-load
full
of quiet enthusiasm
they had made sixty dollars
on the day before
while
rotating jobs
one sign-holder
three salesmen
at street level
offering up cool cups
of
sweet relief
to all who wandered by
with shy smiles
and a price you couldn’t refuse.
