Our next door neighbor was a
Kindly elderly man who told
Us he was a retired magician.
He would gladly come over
When invited for dinner. And
He would amaze our youngest
Daughter with magic tricks.
One evening he told us this
May be the last time he
Would be able to make it
Over–he had an incurable
Disease and would soon
Perform the ultimate
Disappearing act.
A jogger who has jogged long
Enough won’t miss a day come
Hell or high water. Today we
Were having a blizzard. The
Snow was falling rapidly.
I decided to take up the
Challenge. After putting on
Double layers of sweat pants
And sweat shirts, a head
Covering and gloves, I stepped
Out of my toasty house.
There was no traffic that night,
So I jogged down the middle
Of the street, snow crunching
With each step.
White soft flakes filled the air,
Melting after hitting my warm
Face. It was a magical winter
Wonderland.
I love the sea at night.
It is darkness transformed
Into into a mysterious liquid.
The moonlight sparkles
On the waves and is hypnotic
To look at. It occurs to a
Person that the sea is where
We came from.
Wordman of Alcatraz 