Been to California, ESA in ‘lanta

I’ve seen a lot of strange things in my long life, but wait, there will surely be more to come!

At the International Airport in ‘lanta, I came upon this little fellow:


The writing might not be that easy to read, but this dog is actually an “Emotional Support Animal”.

I smiled loudly, but no one else seemed to be affected by either the dog, or my outburst.

I asked the girl with the dog if I might take its picture, which she consented to, but looked a bit lost when I did so.

Living in Denmark must have dulled my senses, as I never had heard of such a thing before. I could of course read about it on the Internet, like here:, or here:

Which means that I could register my own Support Animal, taking it with me on trips such as this one, reassuring me when I needed it most?

All right. Stop pointing your fingers at me. Insensitive, am I? No. Just ignorant.

They must be important for some people, and because I never have heard of them before, doesn’t make me a bad person.


Just an ignorant one…..


Your Photograph

The one defining moment
the one second of time
when we together

Your photograph
when life was as it should have
not as it has become,

The one instant
when you turned towards me
not expecting,
not expecting,

That one short breath
your hand touching mine
for the first time, the very first time
that one deciding moment,

Your photograph
painting a picture in my mind
not being able to
not wanting to remember you
other than what I remember
you to be

That one photograph
now being lost to time
search I did
endlessly, retracing my steps
there where we met,
that photograph
that moment
now lost,

I see now, what I failed to before
the moments that define
the moments that put words on
this existence,
like photographs existing
an eternity in that second
never-ending, never changing

My photograph
of you,

Just Sitting

Just sitting
on your meadow step
wanting only your sunshine
to brighten up my day,

While the birds were singing
and the gentle breezes cooling
you were not present
to enjoy this moment in my life,

I would like to say
that you’d filled all of my dreams
awake, or nighttime halls
the thoughts that drifted through my mind
while I thought of someone else,

but that would place me
possessing an untruth, a feeble attempt
to woo you towards my needing heart
the someone that is you,

I sat upon your meadow step
not expecting you to sit beside me
just enjoying the warmth of the sun
upon my face, caressing my skin,
bringing me to the edge of ecstasy
drowning me in the pool of desire,

When looking out away from that place
that moment in time, my short of breath
my thoughts fluttering, like birds singing
and waters flowing, the warmth of the sun
shining down upon me
-as if you were above me,
-as if you were existing,

Sitting close enough to touch your skin
along the meadow paths, with bees buzzing
and waters meandering, along towards
the course chosen, tried and true
the waters reflecting, the you

Not moving from my sunny step
nor wanting to leave anytime soon
just enjoying the thought turned reality
the thought that was you…..

Been to California – Over the Atlantic

You might have heard about a singer named, John Denver? Yes, No, Maybe. In one of his songs he sings, “It’s a long time, to hang in the sky” (Starwood in Aspen)

That pretty much sums up the flight over the Atlantic Ocean. There is a long way to go, and nowhere to move your legs!

Amazingly, I only have one photo from that journey:


What was I thinking about? I don’t know. Perhaps why I was traveling to the USA, or perhaps why the people around me didn’t say that much for those 8 hours and 44 minutes! I saw a few movies, and ate a few meals.

Enjoy this real-time photo, which is just a photo of a monitor, which I just happened to remember to take a picture of, for no reason at all.

Where is the next destination? Someplace with more than 1 photo. Atlanta, Georgia! or, ‘lanta, if you’ve been there before……

PS I am almost ashamed to put this blog in the “travel” category, but the only other place to be would be “uncategorized”, then you wouldn’t be reading this right now, would you?

end of blog….

PPS. Oh by the way, if you don’t have anything to do until my next uncategorized, travel blog then try listening to John D.:



A Short Walk Home

He was waiting for her
when she got off work

Unexpected, but

“Are you here to escort me?”

“Yes.” He replied. “Your short walk home”

“Oh, What a surprise. She giggled”

“Will you be staying long in Montréal?”
she asked rather hopeful, it seemed.

“No. I’ll just be passing through this part
of your imagination tonight”
he said, as if he always spoke like that.

“Well, we’re here”, he said and gave her a small hug.

“Don’t let go so quickly” she replied. “You are not here
that often”

“Only in your dreams, I guess” he said, as he drifted into the night.

“Dream men”, she thought. “So very here, then gone”

and with that, she disappeared into his dreams…..

Not All of the Moments

The minutes, the hours
since we last met
my dear,
not all of those moments
in between
not every thought
not every breath, I’ve taken
not every leaf fallen
from every season past,

Even if I could
use, steal, waylay
those lost instances
the time spent, the time lost
the time, we spent together

The minutes, the hours
the days, the years
how I wish, how I hope
how I long for your touch
how many minutes before you leave
how many hours before I cry
how many, how many

Too many, too much to count
too long in waiting, too long in hoping
my time, my heart, my breath
stretched to their limits
not being able to tell time by your absence
not being able to know, when

When will I see you again
instead of again,
instead of waiting
instead of tiring endlessly

When will I see you
without any agains, without any ends
with just a trace of bated breath
my time pieces broken
my measure of time
related to from when we met
until then, when we are

Parted again

I Never Wanted

I never wanted
to be her one and
her knight in shining armor
her significant other

I never asked
to be her lover, her friend,
the father of her children
the one that she dreamed
the one that would take her breath

I never wanted
to be the scorn of her family
the one that her father respected
or hated,
the one who her friends would talk
the rising and the setting sun
the only
the only one,

All I wanted was for her
to bestow upon me
a little attention
to acknowledge
that I too, existed on this planet
like she did, just like she did

And then she kissed me
and then…..

Attention Get Her

Would I could I
should I ask her
will she, won’t she
would I have the courage

The time spent
never wasted
the down and dirty
letter-written waste of time
never read, always on the phone
when I called to ask
to ask her,

Attention get her
when I climbed the walls
the ivy-clad walls,
the smoke trail from the airplane made me
attacking the balloon man
never enough balloons with “love” on

Never enough with love on them

I painted my name on her step
I washed her car, I shined her shoes
the cable guy tuned in my message
for $50, when she in the shower

I pounded on her door,
the police knew my name,
I ranted and raved, I called her
wrote her, texted her until my fingers

No network connection available

Paper airplanes bounced off her windows
while kites scrambled the telephone
I lie under her window while she watered
her plants,
I peeked into her letter box, I questioned
the neighbors
I hounded her parents until they cried


The police know me, they tracked me down
threw me into the squad car.

The siren! The siren, I cried.
Then she will see, hear me
once and for all

The curtains fluttered
then opened a crack
then wide-open threw her
her picture, framed in my mind,

My goodness, she is pretty
almost as pretty as the woman

I thought she was
but wasn’t was

just wasn’t was

But pretty was she
all the same…..

While the Rains Fell

The Danish Dog went about his business, oblivious to the rest of the world. The plants that he walked upon, gave no notice to him, not even the lichens whose existence was protected by there not being any reindeer to eat them, in this otherwise 100% country in Scandinavia.


And even though the rains continued to fall, and the grass continued to notice his padded feet,  the Danish Dog was lost in his own world, not letting anyone in to the magic and the mystery of the Red Ball.


Not the orange one would do today, nay not even the grey, because today was predestined to the the day of the Red.

And while the world continued to turn, and lovers continued to cry, and lament, the Danish Dog, lost in the moment, continued along his merry way somewhere in the Kingdom of Denmark…

And not even the drops of water, were disturbed by his presence.


And when it was all over, he waited anew in his anticipation…..when the Red Ball called out to him again….

If Only I Had

If only I had
the right ingredients
the optimal conditions
the environment conducive
to obtaining the best results,

If only I knew
just what the outcome would be
adding just the right amounts
of what you needed, what it took
what you desired, what you dreamed

If only the day, the circumstances
the time, the surroundings, everyone
and everything in and around would

If only I had
the right ingredients
the proper temperature
the right amount of time
the finished product
tasting deliciously

If only, I could
bake the most perfect life

for you