day 1891

day 1891
I opened my eyes
in the darkened bedroom – saw
curtains fluttering

day 1890

day 1890
we watched the actors
as they changed from one person
into another

day 1888

day 1888

I sat at my desk,

felt a bead of sweat run down

the small of my back

day 1887/day 1886

day 1887
I heard Rachel gasp,
turned around and saw the cause –
white peony petals

day 1886

finely, I chopped the

onion and ginger, added

it to the red bowl

day 1885

day 1885
I heard the rain pound
on our rooftop, imagined
water through the eaves

day 1884

day 1884
saw the bug scurry –
all gazillion of its legs –
and launched my date-book

day 1883/day 1882

day 1883

wiping at my face,

trying to remove cobwebs

that I just walked through

day 1882

I could feel a point

of tension in my left palm –

need accu-pressure

day 1881

day 1881
again, beneath feet –
the dirt, dried by bright sunlight
scraping ‘gainst my soles

day 1880

day 1880
beneath my bare feet:
concrete, small stones, then damp grass,
dry dirt and damp straw

day 1879

day 1879

again, I obliged

Mom, Dad, and Grandpa to sit

for my lights and lens