All That Is

The wind blows. Leaves rustle on the ground. I carry a bucket of scraps out to the garden. A shovel digs a hole deep enough for me to feed the ground. A few steps away, plants are wilting. Weeds are t…

Walking

One foot forward. Then, Another.

The Backs of Heads

In the second row, I see only the back of a few heads. I have one of the best views in the house. Still, I envy The couple in the front row. Behind I see countless faces. Hundreds. Some can’t im…

Dear Plank

How can I say thanks? You gave my ancestors life. You made the air we need to breathe. To live. To wield the tool that took your life. I don’t know who chopped you down. Who turned you from life…

Market Places

I see booths with produce, berries, bread, and treats. Someone’s making food to eat. People from the area show off jewelry, socks, jars, and walking sticks. Notes from a guitar fill the air. The…

Is This Zen?

I’ve been doing a lot of sitting, and staring at the wall. I can hear the birds that live in my neighborhood, when the fridge┬áisn’t drowning them out. The sound of creaky floorboards, and…