This finish line crossed
The race won for the moment
Time to relax, to read, to breathe – tonight
00:43:29 at the pond’s edge, no birds to be found at the feeder
But small critters occasionally scurry by for theft
Snow falling heavily
In Venice it’s foggy at 06:43:29, traffic slow and sparse
Across the canal someone’s television has flickered all night
Odd shapes flashing, occasionally recognizable, always foreign
As sea birds and gulls flash by in the mist like specters.
Los Angeles at 21:43:29 is cool and calm, another day entirely
Longing for travel and adventures, settling for far less again, taking what’s available
Tomorrow we begin again.