what are normal days for most of everyone all

they seem to take

on a

special color

and best of all are especially inventive

erasing false assumptions

painting bright any ill mood or pall

for the attentive;

for me, well

the most recent unique episode

i explored

unknowing, yet again…

the thought poised to explode

that

this would go directly to a special niche in my mind

as a day where i

can or could or did, as it is done, unload

worries and fears

and go with the flow

was just…

this

i cycled on bikes with Ted today

so simple

so kind

two men on childrens’ toys;

it was

so nice

we traveled the roads and paths

laid out so beautifully

in a national park us 2

found such innocent joys/

like 2 boys/

on a meaningless meandering adventure a

late spring

early summer… cool fall

an anytime youthful excursion

(on a lark)

(on a lark)

so perfect so true;

it was the best thing to do

this day or any other

like a bit of heaven had broken away and

floated down to our earth

our town

that perfect unique time

when blue sky dominates the horizons all round

(your ceiling)

and rolling green hills fold out in front of you downhill forever

(your floor)

where trees are freely mingled here and there

(your neighbors)

and bridges arch over meandering streams

(your door)

to nirvana dreams;

songbirds flying in and out the

brown branches and lovely leaves

singing as they swoop and dive

O and we talked and laughed

and were silent

as the coming night

we were so alive

in the moments that each

seemed to pause

for a full hour

we were embraced in…

in a higher power.