Sasha, Camus, and Sarah on a Journey

Sasha, Camus and myself
on a small journey
the sky muted grays
superimposed over turquoise
the clouds billowing
the highway goes on forever
a sense of release
the wind gusting
a sense of adventure
the sun glowing between the clouds.
Motion itself, movement
continuous metamorphosis
out of the city
your can smell the earth
my emotions zenith
I want to hug a tree
and kiss the earth
I am a child of the universe.
The sight of the city
exhiliration
walking down old streets
intense as I walk from one to the next
I feel it
survival
everyone looking for
survival
the motion of the city
makes me feel very alive
I try to comprehend
the reality of it all
and later
I am lying in bed
the night air close
cool and soothing
feeling the magic of the night.

Here Comes the Sun - My Version

It is 1975. I called John Tranchese in Bayonne, N.J., today. He sounds just like he did when I saw him two years ago in Bowling Green, Kentucky.

Tonight the radio played "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles. The first time I heard this album I was with John in Atlanta at Thanksgiving in 1969. We were at an all night party with friends. There was an early snow, and we took a walk in the light, dry snowflakes at dawn down to the freeway to talk about philosophy and our estimation of life and its meaning. We watched the sun rise in the early winter sky.

Albert Einstein on happiness

Strange is our situation here on Earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to divine a purpose. From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: that man is here for the sake of other men - above all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness depends. Albert Einstein

Lonely Hours

The cold, lifeless winter sky
with branches bare
reaching for protection
that they will not find
I sit quietly anticipating.
I let the quiet slowly
seep inside my body and brain
while the frozen earth beneath
joins with the quiet
to numb my body
and make anticipation control
my very being.
Perhaps in some future moment
contentment will consume me
I will be swallowed by a force
I am not familiar with now
and at this time
I can store peace of mind
for some later day
when the sky is hard
and the world belongs
not to me
but to lonely hours.