Yesterday, I went to Crissy Field to meet Theresa. I was early and walked for ten minutes with a woman I met, and her dog. In that time, she told me that her brother was being taken off life support that day. Prayers for this man as he sails along his way.
Theresa and I saw an Great Blue Heron lift up from one of the trees. The sky was amazing shades of gray.
Today, I look out on grays and greens and feel increasingly grateful for this chain called life.
Here is my poem for today.
Recipe
under a broiler and melt.
Let cool and harden, then, dip
into pesto and tomato spread.
Journey, and not.
once reached by pilgrimage,
now accessed by high-speed train.
Must we walk one step at a time,
or fly?
The Dalai Lama flies on planes.
War spread his face,
into our hearts.
For him, this moment, now,
the happiest.
For me, too -
this moment, my fingerprint, yours.
Rest under a broiler, and meld.
