Footsteps
coming up to the closed door
A quiet knock
a sigh
no reply
Footsteps
gently walking away

The Angry Rhinoceros is back again
last time there was a cry and and a din for
this Rhinoceros was learning to swim
He is swimming now with great aplomb
Moving along
to riding a bicycle with training wheels
on
Around and around and around
he must go
Where he stops Mr. Nobody
knows.
When it is dark he lies down in his bed
with his helmet still on his curly head
(or so his Mommy says)
His little legs are still riding his bicycle
(Rhinoceroses do have short legs you know)

Dreaming the dreams of where he might go
as soon as he gets up in the morning

( 6 o’clock a.m. Rhinoceros time)

Why do some people want to get
to the end of their journey even before
they have packed

Why do some people want to ride a
bicycle without the pain of skinned
knees

Why?

There are some weeks that have gone by the way of the
Gooney Bird

There are days that are all a wash

There are moments when you want to

throw in the towel

There are seconds in which battles are lost

These are things that happened along the way

of going to where you are supposed to be

You can never take back what has been done

but you can plan what is meant to be

Two chairs
Side by side
Watching the sea at night
In the morning
Sunrise gone

Empty

Could be anywhere

Two chairs
Side by Side
Watching the sunset at night
In the morning sunrise gone

Empty

Could be anywhere

two chairs

anywhere

Slow moving torpid Saturday afternoon
Lying on the the cool green
Languid
Waiting for the breeze to pass through
Hot

The thing that I love about Dalton is that they let you taste wine until you have to stop.
The swirl of the glass
The fullness of the wine
The twinkle of the eye
The enjoyment of the time
The intimacy of the moment
An affair? Yes, this is a serious affair….
Dalton Winery, they do it right!

(for details about our experience at Dalton today,
go to http://www.israelwinetaster.com)

Small bursts of
Inner Energy
carrying me through the peaks and valleys

The thing about the sea is that it is always
moving
The thing about the sand is it always shifting
The thing about the wind is that it is always
blowing
The thing about the sky it is always changing

The thing about people it happens without them slowing

Night
Strong wind in from the sea
Face up toward the stars
Arms out wide
Night sailing on land