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I saw joy

I was feeling grumpy.

OK, I was feeling grumpy-er. Always play to one’s strengths.

IMG-6692I was walking down Fifth Avenue, heading to Rockefeller Center.

Visitors to New York filled the sidewalk. They stopped in the middle and made quick turns. They abruptly countermarched, heading back uptown without warning.

My blood pressure rose. My ire increased. And then I saw her.

She sat in a wheel chair, looking at the lights and the sights.

I do not know her name and never learned her story. It was inappropriate to ask. But I wondered.

Was this her first time in New York – the culmination of a long-time dream?

Was she a long-time city resident?

Was this an annual visit?

In the end, the reason mattered not. All that mattered was her face.

She glowed. Amazement. Wonder. Delight. Many words could describe her face and bearing. But the one that works best for me, is joy. Simple joy. Pure joy. Unabashed joy. I have not seen such joy often, but I have seen it enough that I recognize it when I do.

I saw joy that day and I carried it in my heart to Rockefeller Center. I hope it showed, just a little, on my face.

See you along the trail.

P.S. – the photo was taken inside the Time Warner Center on the same day. I did not get any photos at Rockefeller Center. I will be back.

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Doesn’t that hurt?

 

I have seen ducks do this.
Again and again.
And I do not understand.
It’s like an Exorcist thing.
Well, maybe it’s a duck physiology thing.
In any case, it amazes me.

1 September 2012
Central Park, New York

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Did I?

He sits alone
and nurses wounds inflicted
by sharp criticisms,
the cuts deeper,
the pain more keenly felt
since he cannot remember
and so is left to wonder:
“Did I?”
“What else did I?”

7 March 2012
1 Train
Manhattan

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The moment

For days beyond counting, he had
wondered,
imagined,
dreamed
of the moment.

To his delight, to his surprise,
when the moment finally arrived, it
surpassed wonder,
outstripped imagination,
exceeded dreams.

Now memory ever gently
mingles with wonder,
stirs imagination,
fills dreams,
until the next moment.

14 January 2012
Shire on the Hudson

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Choices

Every choice
involves a cost.

Each word said
means others go unspoken.

Every yes,
brings many nos.

Every road taken,
leaves others unknown.

Every opportunity seized,
excludes so many possibilities.

Every gain,
brings much loss.

I will never know
what my choices
led me to miss.

I can never measure
if what I did is worth
what went undone.

But sometimes,
I am filled with wonder.

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