I'm enjoying NHL hockey and the Canucks are doing well. I feel people shouldn't be so demanding of goalie Luongo...what you see is what you get - no matter how much money given to him, he's doing his best so accept him for what he is. I'm weary of the Luongo controversy going on for years. Good game, bad game, so what? He can't help it. I have a theory - the best goalies who are consistent for years do not live in the present but they exist a few seconds in the future, like Patrick Roy or Martin Brodeur. They just know what to expect in a game - partly intuition....like the year of the Snake teaches us. Not all is right in front of us, but we can look ahead using our senses.
I've not gone to Maui yet, but soon we'll be there! I miss swimming and the ocean will be a welcome sight. Here's something I wrote last summer by the lake...it is in my Summer Proems file. Talk to you again. Peace and love.
More
I’m not below the
radar, I’m above it
In black space or
transparent fever,
Depending on the sun
-
Worshipping, moving
like glass molten,
Unformed liquid sand,
I’m edges broken down
to clarity,
Countless edges,
still reflecting,
Sometimes invisible
even when
I want to be seen.
More. I want more.
“More you say?” a
Dickens’s character
Hovers around
me. “More?”
He wears sturdy
cobbler shoes well polished
And clean white
socks.
My eyes stay focused
on his feet.
He vanishes not
fighting my imagination.
“Yes, more!” I’m glad
to yell
Plunging into
shocking water
So misleading in its
serenity,
I’m at the
intersection
Of two joined bodies
in blue,
One to float on, one
to look up to,
One to hold, one to
have.
Calm, my mind
submerged,
Thankful to my angels
Knowing they
understand my exuberance
Now softly asking
them again.
Requesting more joy
can’t be wrong
If I’m already happy.
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