I ride these hills on my way to the waters
I ride these hills
on my way to the waters,
the warm, daylight, dream
waters of Harbin.
Their contours create
streams, ripples and eddies,
for meditation, on the road,
on this swervy, curvy journey,
via freedom underway.
I travel straight on to Harbin.
Cold, crisp, illuminated evening,
a beautiful, light cat, alone,
outside the Harbin
health food store,
after hours -
kitty paws prancing
on cold, black asphalt -
wants attention,
as I head for the pools.
The warm pool is
just filling up
after alligator day, -
the monthly drain, clean and fill
of the warm, water pool, -
2/3rds full, now,
and the blue, foot-wide, tile band,
all around the waterline,
with beautiful, dark,
blue diamonds, and rectangles,
and light, blue triangles, interspersed,
shine forth in the soft, night light.
This Harbin is a vivid dream.
And with the crystalline
waters of Harbin, -
this pool looks Greek,
ancient, as its waters pour
noisily in from the two,
dragon ridge-side spouts,
and from the other, hot spout,
near the hot pool room's
wall's flowers.
Time travel in
less serene nowness?
People in these moving waters
are soaking it in.
I head in to the dressing room,
after soaking long,
brush my teeth,
and wind to bed.
The light cat is still there,
by the market, -
not Arjuna, the big,
India-philosophical, Harbin cat, ...
this one is young,
and emerging from its kitty-ness, -
(after I come through the
art-flow-walkway-sculpture), ...
and this kitty-cat
wants company,
for it's cold out.
Allergic, I walk past,
want to say hi,
pet it, commune with it,
purr together,
but I don't, because
I'll sneeze,
become short of breath,
and chew my cud,
so I walk down
the back, Stonefront
Lodge road,
with the cat following me,
crossing my path,
again and again,
seeking connection and warmth, then
leaving me at the middle parking lot.
I hope it found its way to warmth
on this beginning-winter night.
Walking this Harbin hill straight down,
I head from watery warmth,
to bed, and warm sleep,
into the part of my
diurnal, rhythm dream
I know not ...
... and, later, when we awake,
we'll head in
to soak
in virtual Harbin.
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