I always heard birds traveled south in winter
But never noticed diff’rent birds around.
Perhaps I might detect signs of migration
If I was not so focused on the ground.
Photo by Mehdi Sepehri on Unsplash
Day 16: Migrations
Month: April 2024
Day 15: Thyme and Seasons
My life could be measured out in pizza slices.
When I was younger, I wanted to be
A “pizza chef,” simple, but somehow grand.
Fast forward a few years: frozen pizzas
Were family dinner staples, filling
Our home with Italian aromas,
Or something like it. In college, we ate
Cafeteria pizza, covered in
Yesterday’s sides (or so I assumed). Still
Good. In seminary, I ate too much
Cheap pizza at youth group, feeding students
And myself as I learned to serve them more
Than Papa John’s. I discovered deep dish
While looking for direction, made my way
Through darkness with the help of local pies
And some Red Barons. Some nights, that and an
Episode of Chef’s Table fed my soul.
Tonight, I’ll share a slice with my wife, and
Savor every bit of this good life.
Photo by Jordon Kaplan on Unsplash
The first line is a reference to a line in “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T. S. Eliot.
Day 14: Tempo
Life has at times been like
a playlist driven by uncertainty
and fear,
sometimes
frantically skipping songs
until the “right” one plays,
sometimes
tryingtokeepupwithwhateverpla
ysnextnomatterthecost(ohgosh
it’s“ThroughTheFireAndFlames”
andIcan’tstop)untilI
hit
a
wall,
experience the stillness of
a soundtrack (ah, Shore’s
“The Shire”),
and make time
to heal.
Now, life is like a song sung
by my favorite songwriter,
the comfortable tempo
perfect for walking.
Photo by Martin Sanchez on Unsplash
Day 13: Today’s Weather
Cloudy with rain,
but just the right amount of rain,
not enough to keep you inside
but enough to keep you moving.
Sixty-three degrees feels good after
a summer of oppressive humidity
and record highs.
(In this contrast,
we prefer lows.)
I wore the thicker button-up today,
covered it with the branded pullover
and a rain jacket,
and it’s enough to sit outside in
for the last few minutes
of my lunch break.
A cool breeze blows, bringing
a chill to my skin
but a warmth to my heart.
Photo by Luke Stackpoole on Unsplash
as i learn to walk 