When three heavily unexpected occurrences appear

on 15th April,

I listen, move cautiously and observe,

because life, world, knocks:

I hit a big, white dog with the car

on my way to the country store;

one of my skis break out on a long ride;

Anna suddenly, incautiously, out of character,

tears the door to the toilet open when I sit there

I'm very much aware of my privileged position

at age 74,

easily climbing my skis sideways up steep Claw Mountain

on crusty snow as hard as steel,

while friends my age don't dare climb up a steep staircase

in the country house;

friends who look forward to the next glass of red wine

and a questionable meal,

while I repair my mountain bikes

and study sports magazines for new cross-country skis...

- so when the unexpected stares me in the face trice

on 15th April,

I stop in my tracks, listen, reflect

Everything connects;

the unconscious and the Cosmos

share their information openly

in language that may materialise

as a big white dog, a ski cracking

or a door opening in your face

while you're having an afternoon shit

Cosmos and myself are interconnected revelations

of a common flow; the ongoing process THIS

- and that established, I sip some black coffee

and return to enjoying a woodpecker's spring percussion

outside in the pine grove