Observation - December 5th, 2020, Saturday

The floorboards are creaking above me

A reminder that I do not really live alone

 

Kitty is curled up in a ball on the couch

I hear the deep rumble of engine outside

 

Small branches swaying in the light breeze

Dark slender finger, against the pale sky

 

There is laughter somewhere down the block

People are walking outside, riding bikes

 

There is no snow on the ground, no ice

It is warm for Minneapolis in December

Observation, December 2nd, 2017, Saturday

It is noisy at the airport at 6:00 am

The plane to New York promises to be full

The smell of perfume is think in the waiting area

I am sitting next to a Buddhist, wearing the saffron and ochre robes

Of Gottama, of the philosopher, of St. Katherine

The crowd in the terminal are speaking in tongues

In the tongues of humankind, though undoubtedly

There are angels among us, a one-armed man walks past me

There is a ball of fire climbing over the horizon

Casting light on the moon in its fullness

There is a buzz of activity beyond the window

Flickering orange and red, and green

I am waiting patiently to take flight

Observation - December 1st, 2016, Thursday

Observation

The house smells like onions, and garlic

Herbs, I listen to the sound of a knife chopping

The keen edge against the wooden board

My lovely lady is at the stove, cooking

Listen, a spoon is stirring in the pot

Kitty is sleeping between waves of blankets

It is the 1^st of December and raining outside