language is the pedigree of nations
Here we are again ready to start! I can see the faces and hear the voices – Hurrah for the Theater!
NO, everything hasn’t stopped. The trees have become green and are creating shade. I see birds flying. No ornate birds, pigeons, sparrows, finches, catbird, cardinals, starlings.
The tomatoes are growing, not yet ripe.
Not everything has stopped. In the middle of the night we breath. I hear the fans.
And if you don’t look too closely, too hard, there is hope. but you need to be kind.
Smile behind the mask and think they will see you.
I am waiting.
From the street I can see the bright red of the tomatoes.
Birds are wet and silly from the bird bath
And bees in and out of the home.
Restaurants are opening on the street – it looks like a fair
Will you know me after
In the shade or summer sun.
I will smile at you
Summer, high skies and spirits – blue, blue and white clouds on the mountains
Our favorite walks
The summer swimming pond!
DAY-DREAMING ALMOST SPRING
SEA AIR QUIET A MEDITATION FOR PEACE
We sail quietly back to the harbor, filled with the sounds of the water, bells, seagulls.
A remembered peace for today.
Walking and walking
Walking and walking
Was I drowning? Over and over – How far down – The wave took me – Like the smallest of pebbles – I saw light- Through half opened yes – Was Oddly calm – Afterward terror – Remembered – Scraps of a line – You can’t tell the horizon – Caught in the waters force so – It owned me entirely – Could not, should not reach – Over and over – How beautiful the light – Blue- Mermaid – Sea grass- Heard no rushing – And then out – on the rough sand.
BY: Linda Kampley
Photo by Linda Kampley
Photos by Michele Becker
A Little Nonsense Now and Then (Plays, Poems, Monologues) 