Observation - July 8th, 2023, Saturday

it is quiet

there is the soft-sound of air

moving through fan-blades

the quiet hum of its motor

turning

 

I hear a choir of monks singing the liturgy

it is nine o’clock in the morning

the hour is Terce

 

the coffee in my cup is warm

there is a coal burning in the ashtray

smoke drifting from the bright-end

of a marijuana cigarette…commercial hemp

 

woodpecker knocks on a tree

the sound comes through the window

with the cool, summer-morning-breeze

 

Observation - July 7th, 2023, Friday

there are bulldozers on the street

moving piles of concrete

beep and whistle, a blaring horn

living in a construction zone

 

Observation - July 6th, 2023, Thursday

the air outside is cool

 

it is noisy in the building where I live

 

there are footsteps above me and the sound of furniture moving

of heavy things being scraped along the floor

 

there is an ant walking up my wall

its large dark body moving robot-like

against the creamy-white paint

 

Indra, after the fall