oregon coasting

Taking moments to reminisce the beautiful fog

pressing into mountains covered with greenery

and large sitka spruce.  Boulders standing tall as waves

crash against their bodies creating a mixture of chaos

and stillness.  Myriads of people grazing on cheese

and ice cream, but not here, at this heaven too far from earth.

No background noise hinting at civilization, simply pure sounds

vibrating across caves and crevices in the summer.

Standing tall—glancing at one another—drawing energy

into our thighs and down through our toes.  Each view, panoramic,

each heart, full of vibrancy, each mind, euphoric. 

transportation

Sweet silence—

staggering down SW Market.

Unique foliage glistens

under dimming lights.

Walking with others,

feeling unaccompanied,

but secretly smiling.

Stores closing their doors,

beginning to slumber and awaiting

thousands of footsteps on their backs.

Bums crawl under blankets,

crickets start to speak.

Streetcars recharging

until tomorrow.

The city sleeps,

tonight. 

yoga in portland

Words boggled down minds, yet bodies relaxed to the movement of muscles lengthening.

 

There were two things I heard the instructor say, mixed in with all of the things I avoided listening to:

 

“How you write an essay is how you make love... be gentle.”

 

“You date the same person, but with a different first name.”

 

Taking advice from strangers might appear rash, but his voice was subtle.