-it appears I've nothing to report this morning,

and I'm half-way

through the second cup.

I’ll look beyond the balcony for relief

toward the treetops whose leafy crowns

weave restlessly like struggling organisms

with nowhere to go but to stay with the tree.

until such time, the wind is rolling in at 15 knots

out of the north-northwest––

it’s not enough

to push heavy objects around

but the trees

are dancing-up a storm.

It doesn’t matter what musical possibilities

come forth from the inside player; Jerry Lee, Little Richard,

J.S. Bach, the Lennon Sisters,–– the trees make no

disparaging judgments and seem to keep-up with aggregate time.

next-up? who knows.

let's look to the trees.

will we find Mingus's mellow

bass-line with the wind at 10 knots?

or Takemitsu's crystalline

sounds with the wind at 5 knots in the middle of the day?

there's time within my reach to perform certain tasks, and maybe

I can find something to report to you before day's end.

September 23, 2022