
a moment outdoors
springtime’s flowers greeting me
with social distance
poetry, prose, and photography

a moment outdoors
springtime’s flowers greeting me
with social distance

spring moving forward
flowers carefree in the sun
bees ignore my gaze

sunlight descending
engulfed in the water’s depths
walking to the south

sunlight’s downward path
as I wander past the fears
ah, cherry blossoms!

stories of the past
yet I look to the future
I am far from done
Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger.
Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.
