I am large, I contain multitudes. -Walt Whitman, Song of Myself But here’s the thing, Walt. Sometimes I’m tired of my multitudes. -Maggie Smith, You Could Make This Place Beautiful
Archive for the ‘Connection’ Category
Voyeur
Posted in Connection, Travel on December 7, 2019 | 2 Comments »
Lovers kiss on the corner of Dueñas y Doña Maria Coronel oblivious to the upended maroon sofa and overfull trash bins awaiting pick up in the morning the toddler whining in futile defiance his parents scolding and hurrying him along
Corner to Corner
Posted in Dreams, Kindness, Rain on April 27, 2017 | 1 Comment »
He stood still and stoic the only movement a steady tap-tap-tap of the cane’s white marshmallow ball making constant contact with the sidewalk curb.
I awoke before you
Posted in Connection, Romance, Spirituality on June 20, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
Desert morning sunrise poured through the skylight emblazoning the ivory disarray – pillows, sheets, blankets, limbs – long before one of the peaceful sleepers hoped to wake. The poet sleeps more lightly than the storyteller.
Invitation to the Dance
Posted in Connection, Love, Space/Universe, Spirituality on April 25, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
Between galaxies, there is nothing. Empty space. Unmeasurably vast, deep expanses of a kind of nothing we can’t fathom, can’t name.