Observation - August 5th, 2020, Wednesday

The scent of garlic and curry the apartment

I made a pot of lentils

For the first time in weeks the air conditioner is silent

The windows are open for a cross breeze

A dappled light comes in through the east windows

Filtered through the green leaves

Kitty is complaining about the taste of medicine in her food

The dry and dusty chondroitin that helps her with her joints

Observation - February 5th, 2020, Wednesday

It is chilly outside, but not cold for February

The sun is shining through a cloud filled sky

Pale patches of blue speak of an early spring

Kitty is sleeping by the window as I write

I am listening to the news, it is a sad day

Donald Trump is to be acquitted of his crimes

America has become a lawless place, maybe

It always was a place of deep divisions

Where the laws are applied differently

On behalf of the rich and against the poor

Maybe nothing has changed at all, America

Is just naked now, reveling in all its flaws

Observation - December 4th, 2019, Wednesday

Observation

The sun is shining

The snow is already melting in the light

It is warm this December morning

Everything is blurry outside my window

My eyes are still adjusting to the surgery I had

I can hear the spray from the tires of the cars passing by

Dirty-gray slush and salt covering the street

There is ice on the road and it is slippery

There is not a cloud in the sky

Only jets leaving contrails

And black-birds in flight

Observation - September 4th, 2019, Wednesday

Kitty is speaking to me

She wants to know where her taste of butter is

Her meow is simultaneously a question and a complaint

She moves of her perch by the window

Crosses the carpet to where I sit at my desk

She nudges me, to get me up

To go to the kitchen and lift the lid on the dish where

The stick of soft butter rests

Dab my finger into it and return

She has taken her spot on the arm of the couch

The place she receives her daily treats

She is speaking to me

It took you long enough is what I hear in her meow

She licks the butter from my finger tip

Lays down to clean her paws

Observation - October 3rd, 2018, Wednesday

Observation

It is 3:45 am, there are lights flashing outside my window

They are cherry and berry blue, spinning fast on the bar

Of an ambulance and a firetruck, chirping in the night

Small bursts of noise blurting from their sirens

It is a normal morning on Bryant, across from the home

Kitty jumps down from the window where she had been

Perched on the lookout for creatures moving of the night

The rabbits and fox, and the bushy raccoon

Observation - January 3rd, 2018, Wednesday

Observation

The radiators here do not clang and bang

They are filled with hot water, not steam

I hear the flow in a low pitched rush

As the boilers work to beat the cold

Air seeping through the window sills

Kitty is curled up in her blue blanket

Head in paws, on her stuffed gray chair

The quiet is broken intermittently

By the sound of the neighbors toilet

Jennifer is tossing in her sleep, coughing

She has been struck by a January virus

Observation - August 2nd, 2017, Wednesday

It was dark, deep dark

In the middle of the night

The witching hour passed

My cat is sleeping

She is curled up on her chair

She does little else

There is a rattle

Noises come from the upstairs

The house is creaking

A car rolls past, bass

Booming down the avenue

The bars have let out

I woke too early

I came to my desk to write

My fingers tapping