I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Saturday, February 15, 2020

The day was a swirl and flow of eddies


February 15, 2019  (I was 74)

The day was a swirl and flow of eddies
Grey clouds curling round the comet of blue
Do-se-do called by the gusting wind
Bright streaks of rain through sunlit sky
Curtsy and bow of bay and pine to circle round
Bobbing heads and twisting trunks
Song and sway of feng shui
Turn and return of two seasons at once
Verse and reverse weather going and coming
in decided indecision of Yang and Yin
Every moment not busy being winter
was busy being spring
Putting on and taking off apparel
appropriate gesture for a state of mind
A youthful embrace of the natural elements
experienced caution encountering extremities
remembering the dance that others now dance
Breath of air washed cold and clean
mindful iteration and reiteration
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