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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Tuesday, February 15, 2022

The day was a swirl and flow

 

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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