as I

sit on a bench in Plaza Entrada luxuriating in the beauty of the ordinary

I close my eyes & am in places past. the hammock in the backyard in Elyria. a hillside on front campus in Kent. an egg-shaped pool in Hollywood.

I smell those places. places where I was so alive. the beauty of those places is so keen that I know none of them were ordinary.

the sun of this moment overlaps that of those. I am the intersection of past & present. I am alive & intoxicatd by so much beauty.