Writer’s Choice

Chi and Me

Why ‘play’ Tai-Chi? It is simply joyous to be able to move around and control the body and cycle the energies.

Running along the new brick road. The grout is still young and lovely. My shoes grinding dirt into the grout.

Old and young came together, embracing in their triumph, entangled in the throng’s euphoria.

Guilt-ridden Joshua wanted his father to understand. “I want to be a physicist. Politics are of no interest to me”.

I look back over these “poem a day” entries, I see my life reflected in four to sixteen-line purges.

I briefly had a crush on the doctor who administered my vaccine. It was the elixir of biceps and hope.

I was every fig on every fig tree. Those reckless writers warned the man and the woman not to eat me

Never forget the terrible speed of birds skirting on top of green water. The earth’s rotation unseen through sunglasses.

The world shut down, and theatres went dark. We left everything ready for the next rehearsal, the set meticulously dressed.