I have sat in traffic snarls on the 10 freeway and watched the planes circle the Staples center and begin to line up for ultimate descent at LAX. I have ducked into the Los Angeles Arboretum for a 20 minute walk en route to a poetry reading elsewhere.
And I often create my own chaos by keeping myself so busy doing things that you'd think I'd never have time to write about any of it. (And, sometimes I don't!)
But when those quiet moments come - they are moments to savor.
Yesterday was a magical day. I could write that I sailed on a sea of molten liquid and watched the sunset as pelicans flew overhead.
I could also write that I was on an electric duffy with 12 other people (i.e. 13 people on a boat designed for 12) which dipped suddenly to the portside when someone said they saw moon jellies and all the other poets on board leaned over to look, too.
Both would be true.
There was laughter and conversation on the boat. At one point, we practiced the lyrics for "That's Amore" in case we ran into a gondola. We joked about names of boats that were moored to the docks.
But, yet, somehow we managed to write haiku in the midst of all this...
We scheduled the ginko cruise so we'd be on the boat at sunset and the colors of the water were amazing. It will take me a while to sort out all the images, but poems are brewing on the horizon.