An Evening Walk

I got in a few evening walks this week. My mind fills with thoughts and inspiration. They’re deeply valuable to me.

My body’s motion
As I move into twilight
Sky’s colors delight

Tonight’s Haiku: The Value We BringĀ 

Upon work’s altar
Our lives are a sacrifice
A worthy exchange?

I’ve been thinking about work and our relationship to it. 

I Delight In White NoiseĀ 

White noise’s beauty 

Hiding the fearful silence 

This mountain of sand 

Sometimes I find it hard to sleep in deep silence. Perhaps it’s the urbanite within me. I find comfort in sound. But would I find peace within the raucousness of the jungle? 

Monday Morning Alarm ClocksĀ 

This Monday morning
My alarm speaks its crass words
My reflex: resist

Ah, the glories of Monday morning’s and those alarm clocks. 

I’m not asleep

Night fell long ago
Yet sleep is avoiding me
I hear the highway

Oh sleep, I’ve requested your presence some time ago. Sigh…

Oh well, at least I can sleep in tomorrow.

To live where my grandparents lived

I live amongst ghosts
My grandparent’s memories
Amidst these very trees

I walk the same streets my grandparents did. It fills me with connection to this place. Time become more fluid.