poetry, prose, and photography
gentle touch of keys
movement of notes through the air
echoes of children
Today we journeyed down into Seattle’s University district. We ducked into the University Heights Community Center, which, decades ago was the elementary school my father and several of my uncles attended. I considered the thousands of children who passed through, their hopes, dreams and heartaches. Thus I connected to my history.
attempting movement
I’m mostly stationary
solace through singing
farmers market stalls
a winter’s day free from rain
clouds across the sky
On Port Townsend’s streets
Walking on the waterfront
Coffee in the rain 
O
Oh, to travel far!
Journey upon the highway
Out past the sunset
​My mind playing Iz*
A song I know
But whose name
Escapes me
Gentle and peaceful
Bringing me rest
And contentment
*If you aren’t familiar with the musician Iz, he was Israel KaÊ»anoÊ»i KamakawiwoÊ»ole. Learn more about him here. He’s long been high in my list of favorite musicians.
The road goes further
Without places for dining
And the food was good
Exploring Hawaii, We went to a place called Southpointe. Ostensibly the southernmost pointe in the US. Hana Hou, the restaurant above is little ways away.
Nearby is a place called Paradise Meadows, which I found charming. A handy pit stop, with locally grown coffee and macadamia nuts. I enjoyed chatting with their collection of parrots.
Into darkened skies
Flung upwards against logic
Longing pulls homewards
Completed journey
Having done all that I can
Now facing homewards
A huge distance home
I’m learning all that I can
Returning better
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 