Greetings from sunny Honolulu. I'm happily settled into the slow pace of life here. Still doing my art and doing more poetry. I managed to complete a chapbook in May which took many more hours than I expected. The following poem is from it.
The World on A Whim
Once upon a
time long ago at the Oregon Country Fair where our neighbor, Ken Kesey shared
his acid with us; I met a crone of many colors sitting beside the biker camp. She read my palm and foretold my travel around the world.
I proceeded to forget.
Now I am
that crone without the wonderful colors, nor the ability to see into the
future. She was right, of course I go in circles small and worldly. Not
planned, not even wished for; it all happened as a mere whim; surprising
friends, worrying family. Once I had the sudden desire there was never another
option. Within six weeks by letting go of job and apartment, giving away art, throwing out accumulated paper; I embarked
from New York City alone, around the world, hop by hop, with only my small backpack.
Later my friend, who was there,
remembered the palm reader for me.
My route wound through the magic of Marrakech; skirted anger and yelling in the Cairo
airport; welcomed by majestic people, land, animals between Mt. Kenya and Mt. Kilimanjaro;
then the chaos of India's Golden Triangle; and ultimately the re-entry
shock of Australia. There, beyond probability, I was in Cairnes experiencing my
whimsy - viewing the total solar eclipse on the Great Barrier Reef.
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Wishing you all a wonderful summer. A hui ho!
