Falling off the curb

I fell off the curb this morning while thinking about my first year in AA. Five passers-by offered their hands and asked, "Are you Ok?" I did not take any because I could get back up by myself, but I was touched: The anonymous crowd is not aloof as it seems; its humaneness is only revealed by mishaps. Zhuang Zi writes, "相濡以沫，不若相忘于江湖, " roughly translated as "Better to swim freely in the rivers and lakes and forget each other than moistening each other with spittle (when the pond is dry)." It's true.

P.S. No picture to go with this entry.

a spider loves my doorstep

so it offers me a deal

from sunset to sunrise it runs
round and round
spinning its web
from sunrise to sunset
it pulls up its web
so i could sit

My grass turned into a flower

it's tiny
it lasts for a day
it folds
as if to sleep
for the night
next day it moves
a step up
closer to the sun
its old place clean
as if it has never lived
there