Left the computer behind in Sacramento and took two days off to visit Oregon. I started poems by hand, looked and listened, spoke with strangers, visited a friend, found a secret swing swaying from a cork tree, watched the September sun rise at dawn, set at dusk.

Walking the Ashland bike path Saturday morning, I saw a man playing a guitar while riding a bicycle. I'm keeping that image forefront in my mind as I get back to the keyboard. Forward momentum happens if I keep pedaling while playing--traveling from here to there with glee.