{a tremendous amount already, this morning, in bed at 11:30 AM, January 10, feels like three months already or three days: journals of dreams and schemes, festive cards sent and received, visits to two shrines and one Grey, earthquake while writing prayer tiles, three medical appointments already, helping several groups of guest planning visits, cowboy suits and Lego builds, garden plans, antique restorations and so much more, I want to share many artifacts jotted it down here and there, yet for now or for later… a poem}
I have made the list
of schemes and dreams
logistics and tasks
Moving forward with new skin
diamond patterns behind
now feet comfortably in stirrups hands loosely on reins
I only require
food, hydration and rest
to move forward
While movement
is the destination
you gotta choose a trail to start
Is it through labyrinth canyons
tracing steps
of Butch and Sundance
mustachio’d inaka sojourns
{like Lafcadio and me-self}
Oiling oak Dutch door, done
change a spacer in a typewriter
a spring in another Remington
softer lighting, wax on shelves
A stone terrace, bamboo, water
awning and a table, just to sit –
just to sit, just to sit
(yes a book, a pen, a tea)
Projects are pleasures, only
not progress self contained,
publications aren’t measured
Rather sparks of joy
{and yes, inspiration}
to you, to others like you
Analog heart gets tripwired
by cyan cartridges
and postage stamps
and often silence
on the receiver
did I dial correctly?
Zeros and ones, transmit swiftly
but toll delicate eyes
tax brain and mood
and disappear like sparrows
I’ve got boxes of both
shoe boxes, folios
handful of thumb drives,
branded at event life
All with stories and bits
to send like signal flares
yet don’t stuck how to start
Again
or rather where to start
So I make lists
of dreams and schemes
tasks and logistics
start with tidying desk
and attempt a trapeze balance between
'what can be done in an hour'
and what is “substantial”–
feels heavy in hand
but trickier to make –
in amongst dishes and laundry
hospital bus rides and oxygen rest
I’ll get there, always do
depleted but not defeated
but sometimes
definitely defeated, for a moment
Benefit of unreal sleep
is the nighttime stream of consciousness
visualizing gems to polish,
yet detriment is
exhaustion and desire
to chisel the stones
Yep, I burn like Roman candle,
the kind from ¥100 store
Also burn like hardwood fire
in cast-iron wood stove
Or I campfire on
a soggy camping trip
with a mountain lion
sitting in the circle
while 'squatch looks on
Only one match
I allow myself
(though nobody counts)
only one match
Set the tinder, and kindling
correctly and
everything else is *the fire*
fondly, 1月Jan. 2025
