Monthly Archives: July 2011

The crane and I walked along the edge of a nearby lake and connected in a silent way — or so it seemed. It was morning and a time I think about what might unfold. Perhaps the crane thought about … Continue reading →

When the clippers started I looked at my wrist watch: thirty eight-seconds and my hair was gone — or most of it. I gave it, reluctantly, to the USA and it was swept away to mingle with all kinds of … Continue reading →

It was something like putting Humpty Dumpty together again — this heavy package delivered the other day that was alleged to be a kitchen cart on casters. It was a mail order item that looked good on the computer screen … Continue reading →

I wait near new puddles which settle here and there — made possible because the road’s unevenness became their cradle in the recent storm. At this moment their surfaces are smooth because the rain has ceased. But I hear thunder … Continue reading →

When the sun broke through the fog today it did it swiftly as a camera’s flash. I had to squint my eyes to get adjusted to the newess of the ambiance I walked in. Usually the dissipation of the morning … Continue reading →

Some days end and you wish they’d last forever. Some days end and you can’t wait for them to cease. Some days end and you know you’ll remember them. Some days end and it seems that nothing has occurred. Some … Continue reading →

The sun no longer rises where it did — for I’m hundreds of miles away from where I used to be when I saw the light come through the trees early in the morning. And that makes a world of … Continue reading →

On the evening of the 4th of July I expect to sit in an Adirondak chair and watch fireflies punctuate the emerging darkness. I’ll listen to a symphony by cicadas. As  the dusk begins to deepen I’ll look above and … Continue reading →

It took awhile to declare independence — a longer while to achieve it . And its maintenance is forever. Gifted are we who have been born into it. So noble a venture! And yet what I most recall in its … Continue reading →

She was only eight. At three a. m. she came to me in an old memory — she who was killed in a freak accident. I officiated at the service to bring some kind of closure to the tragedy and … Continue reading →