Hammers hammer, drills drill Workers shouts through our windows Join in our s…
these eighteen inches from my cushion to the wall I call them the world
In our post-industrial times we forget how much the city imposed a cadence to i…
At a distance we can hear the nascent city traffic. It is a white noise, flowin…
I walk to the meeting point coming from the other side of the island. The quay …
Early to the park The full moon has got there first I bow and greet her
A new friend invites me to sit with his group at the tip of Ile-de-Saint-Louis.…
all flowing easy on my cushion - till I noticed then it wasn't. Bummer!
breathing in then out welcoming and letting go hello! goodbye!
Leaning left than right Sitting and never reaching That upright posture
on some loaned quiet sitting in a tiny church waves break not that far
on a quiet halt sitting by the mountain path spring or fall, Who knows?
