movable bundles

Early in the morning, there are many bundles like this along the street. A movable place of work.
Photo: Wrapped up merchandise, Hong Kong

may we grow

May we all grow.
Today is the birthday of a boy I know.
And the eleventh month since a birth of mine.
Photo: Plants at the Occupy Central site, Hong Kong
Text: Enjoy the day, S and I.

bright is my friend

A friend has died, and I send these flowers,
brightly, because she will always stay in my mind
that way: bright, alive, full, loving, kind.
Photo: Poinsettia, in Hong Kong
Text: For A and F, 1980-2011

heavy feet

Looks like the footstool has gone through,
into the sidewalk, into the earth.
Like someone's life was heavy.
Photo: New Orleans

a-changing

For the times, they are a-changing.
Photo: Lily pads dissolving, Texas

autumnal

Autumnal is a favo(u)rite word, and this feels like autumn,
even though the image is of New Zealand, where it is springtime now.
Photo: Wairarapa, New Zealand

thanks, and give

Today in USA it is Thanksgiving, one of my favo(u)rite holidays there - and in Hong Kong, my loved day is Mid-Autumn Festival. Tonight, I will give a drink to anyone I know at Club 71, one of my living rooms here in this hometown of Hong Kong. And I give thanks to my New Zealand home, to the New Zealand sky.
Photo: Sky over Wairarapa, New Zealand

sometimes sleeping is

Sometimes sleeping alone is a gorgeous thing, and other times... Sometimes he walks in the garden when he is sleepless. And Sleepless is the poem I once wrote:
All night the wind
changes its mind.
Photo: Street pole, Hiroshima

I work here

North Point is where I work. Not sure what we're specifically north of to give us the name, and where the exact point is, but I love being near a ferry pier, a fresh market for fruit and vegetables, a diner with good food and no pretentions, a restful tram line, and a Cantonese opera theatre.
Photo: No Parking sign, New Zealand

pull

I like the boldness here, the proportion of Chinese to
English, and part of me wants to pull
off the remainder of that piece of tape. 
Photo: A recycling container, Hong Kong

lit white

Maybe every museum is a holy place. This one reminds me of the times when we lit white candles on the Tannenbaum.
Photo: Entrance area, LA County Museum of Art

sweet breathing

Last night, I was among trees for a while, that sweet breathing.
Photo: Flower, Waitoke, New Zealand

four people, five thousand people

Today, about five thousand people will walk the hills of Hong Kong. I will be there as they finish their journey.

Every year for the past thirty years, on a weekend in November when the weather gets cooler and the season of goodwill starts picking up its tempo, they do a wonderful thing and walk 100 kilometres. They walk in teams of four, supporting each other along the way.

Text: The opening of an article I wrote for Oxfam Trailwalker,

published today in South China Morning Post, page A15

Photo: Before a ribbon-cutting ceremony, Japan

the ah

Ah, the space. Ah, the lines.
Like the 'Ah' of a poem.
Photo: Chair, New Orleans