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The Devil's in the Details, El Museu de les Ciències Príncipe Felipe, Valencia, Spain

All Details Great and Small

Pristine
Meticulous order
Black chairs on black tables
White chairs on white tables
Perfectly placed
Deliciously spaced

Every detail attended to
Clean lines and sturdy grace
All reflected in polished stone

But later
I notice

A chair is missing
Crumbs scattered on a table

In a lifetime dedicated
To observing the nuances
Of all details great and small
I wonder

What is the larger world
All that I’ve seen?
Or all that I’ve seen
But never saw…

Suddenly
The world I know
Seems very small

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Alcoves, El Museu de les Ciències Príncipe Felipe, Valencia, Spain

Breathing the Moment

In an alcove of my mind
Tucked away from memories and desires
I find this moment
Of nothing but breath
The sensation of breathing
Awareness of the necessity
Of nothing but breathing

Breathe in this moment
Breathe out the past
Breathe in this moment
Breathe out the future
Breathe in this moment

Every inhaled breath
Overflows the alcove
Expands into every aspect of mind

Every exhaled breath
Empties the mind
Allowing the moment to flow into it

I breathe
Until all that I am
Is this single moment

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Proxima Centauri b, Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències, Valencia, Spain

Rant ! Pic and a Word Challenge #235

It’s like it’s Earth but it’s not Earth

She shook a little with her distress
Speaking between tightened lips
Just barely containing a primal scream

I don’t mind the old-Earth tenements
Their utilitarian simplicity
But why does every other building
Have to look like the cover
Of an Arthur C. Clarke paperback
Couldn’t we come up with
A more interesting ‘future’
Than one dreamed up by hack illustrators
Over two centuries ago

Jinessa was just getting started
When she goes full rant
You can either cower and exit
Or saddle up and ride it for the eight count
I struggled to get a foot in the stirrup
As her exasperation rose

Oh my gawd
But it feels like someone
Stripped the life out of the colour wheel
I mean I get it
Proxima is not good old Sol
But why does it have to suck
All the juice out of orange
All the indigo out of the sky
All the crimson out of my hair!

She’d wanted the change
As much as I did
Coming here was her idea
It took most of our combined savings
And a serious cut in our lifestyle
To pull it off
Those tenements she mentioned
Were functional and clean
But hardly the standard she’d lived in
All her deeply privileged existence

And why does the atmosphere have to smell
Like fucking plum pudding
What is up with that
Even a hamburger tastes like
A sickeningly sweet yet
Gaggingly pungent holiday desert
Why doesn’t it explain all that
In the brochures
How was it kept out of the news

But life with Jinessa was a bit of a rodeo
Whether it was staged here on Proxima b
Or back on Earth
Truth is I love this most about her
Well not so much the ranting