It’s foggy at the moment but the setting moon was visible an hour ago. I had to applaud it for the big show last night. The Blood Wolf Moon or some such name that at the moment I can’t remember. But it was cool. Maybe even the genesis of a poem, who knows.

I have been working on a poem about the big tree removal that happened over the weekend. Wiley and his friends Dom and James were here with me putting our combined weight into a successful outcome. I don’t have a before and after photo but maybe a poem would suffice for the occasion.

These occasions for poetry to arise are rare but obvious to me now that I understand. Somehow I am touched, is there a better word? But I must be arrested, afraid, shocked or inspired. There are more I am sure. But it is not going to happen on just the intellectual level that is for sure. I can’t write a poem about the most commonly used postage stamp in the United States in 1954. Or can I? I’m the guy when someone says, “You can’t take a good photo in this light.” I will try. Never say never.

Will the morning walk is happening here momentarily. The Camino calls. It’s the Joyful Mysteries for Rosary praying today, Monday. Miss you loves, Felipé.