What Luna and I Saw as We Walked in the Park

Today, I am in the midst of writing about nothing. I have no projects. I have no inspiration. I have nothing I feel like reviewing or revising. However, having no thing to do does not stop the compulsion to write, so I did. Write, that is.

Luna and I walked in the park today. That is also nothing unusual. We walk nearly every day. Today, I decided to take a few pictures and note some things that we saw on our walk. These images are written in a very rough and unrevised version of a poem that you can read after the next picture. The pictures that I took you are seeing.

What Luna and I Saw on Our Walk Today

We saw

White petals driven in humid gusts

Like warm shriveling snowflakes—

White and purple four-petaled constellations

In scattershot galaxies of bladed green—

Cherry limb tips ready to burst

Into fragile, pallid buds—

Rabbit tracks sunk deep in the mud

(Must have been a huge rabbit!)—

A red clay pit ripped to sandy shreds

By four wheelers or ATVs

(I hope it was kids.

Adults should not make such a mess.)--

Clear jelly masses of frog eggs clinging

To angelic fronds of feathery floating moss—

Pond water rippling in expanding circles

Around the wriggling ess of a swimming snake—

Reflections of swift moving clouds

On the surface of delusional water—

Three orange-yellow seed balls

Clinging to a spiky brown skeleton of weed—

A blue caboose. That’s a blue-tailed skink!

(Luna leapt at it but missed, I think.)—

Muddy brown water standing in the rodeo arena—

A ground hog slide through looping roots

And around mossy rocks into the trickling brook—

A dandelion, hardy and noxious weed,

Bright yellow as a sunbeam,

In a large field of brown grass turning green—

A man catching fish by the dock

Holding his worm an inch above the water

And fish leaping in a silvery flash

To catch themselves on his barbless hook—

White daffodils with yellow centers

Waving on slender green stems

Ove a mat of brown pine straw

(I pulled up two bulbs, put them in my pocket,

And planted them in my own garden.)—

Luna saw her reflection in the creek

And lunged at it, splashing herself in the eyes

And immediately regretting her decision.

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