On a day so green, so blue
by Nur Abdur Rashid On a day with the green so green, the blue so blue and the clouds so white and bright that their shadowed bellies blushed soft grey in the comforting gale of the quiet summer's mid-day; I remember the daze, the pause, such moments would spawn when, as a child, I had nothing to do but ride on the sound of a distant jet intersecting the ping of a carpenter's empty paint can falling into some cell of my short-term memory. The handyman's utility-fire crackles softly up the hill. A sneeze or two sifts through the screened window of my present; with a chuckle or two of the workers up there--landscapers-- adding mirth to the magpie's chatter... then, a distant crescendo of an idling lawn mower... A moment, in time; like so many others... Simple pleasures intersecting on a changing canvas we share... the magpies, the gardeners, the jet pilot, the fire, and I; pings on a breeze and thuds of a busy hammer; conveyed through the screened window, through the pen's movement, to the page, through your retina and your screened window, in some corner of your consciousness. What trillions of actions and reactions coalesce to allow you to see the Korean handyman looking at me noticing him, as seven other universes (my students) chisel inroads into their future, while I monitor their test. I am sandwiched in, between the screen receiving all these sensations and the screen through which you now pick up, register, and reflect on such a moment as this--and on such moments as you have known, like these, when you, too, took pause to think from whence cometh the light... and how marvelous its play through countless eternal moments... into untold myriads of probable futures... May they all (moments and futures) blossom forth into unimaginable bounty and goodness.
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