Chess morphed into football

As a young boy I spent almost every waking moment playing football

That is real football AKA soccer

In the beginning it was a purely physical game

If I had the ball I ran fast towards the goal

Once the goal was in sight I kicked it hard goalward 

If I was very lucky I scored

If somebody else had the ball I ran towards them fast

As I got close I tried to kick the ball away from them

Often I missed and kicked the other player or they got away from me

I did not score many coals back then

Almost everybody in both teams played exactly the same way

Nobody played in a set position except the goalkeepers

The remaining 20 kids on the field all chased the ball together in a huge huddle

Our team coach spent a lot of time teaching us the right way

We were all given a set position and drilled to stay in that zone

I was a central defender and it suited me well

My job was to guard the middle of the defense and stop the opposing team progressing 

Once I got possession I had to pass to one of our team upfield

Our team became more skilled in moving our players into open positions

I was a good central defender and hoped to become a professional

At the age of 8 I was taught to play chess at school

With 16 pieces on my side I had to out maneuver my opponent

I could put those players in any position I wanted

I could attack or defend depending on the situation

I became the team coach for my 16 players

Of course there is no physical side to chess 

Its a game of strategy, tactics and forward thinking

I became a very successful chess player in my youth

My chess training also helped me become a better football player

I never achieved my dream of being a professional footballer

Hanging up my boots when I was 18

I never became a chess grand master either

Half a century later I rarely play chess but I do watch a lot of football on TV

I can see the patterns in the play and can predict the next moves

I am thrilled when my team pulls of a daring set of passes to score

To the untrained eye its just a bunch of folks kicking a ball around a field

In my mind football is a game of chess played at 200mph

With 2 coaches on the sideline orchestrating the mental battle

After each game I enjoy studying the detailed analysis

Heat maps showing where each player spent most time

Diagrams showing the formations of each team when attacking or defending

Arrows showing how passes led to a goal

football is a fascinating sport to play or watch

I will be forever grateful to the teacher who taught me chess

my chess playing skills morphed in my football playing games

my football spectating era morphed into watching a chess like game

the royal wave under gray skies

sunrise crept in unnoticed

no amazing illuminated clouds

no bright orange ball in the sky 

just a full blanket of uniform gray clouds

the waters of the bay were thoroughly disappointed 

unable to entertain us with any bright reflections

not even a breeze to dance over the water

the waters stood still holding their breath

gently leaning against the marsh

the lush green marsh grass of summer

has been repainted with fall browns and yellows

a large gray heron crouched on the edge of the marsh

his shoulders slumped as he stares and the fish-less edges

he looked hungry bored and dejected

no boats on the bay pulling up crab pots

the watermen all stayed in bed snoring

its was going to be one of those dull uneventful Sundays

unless we could do something wild and crazy to combat the grayness

We decided to take a mystery drive down the lanes

taking random turns alongside harvested fields and smelly chicken houses

pausing to look how nature steadily reclaims abandoned properties

Tress literally growing through an old collapsed roof

I spotted a sign that it will soon be endless summer cruising in Ocean City

I remembered last year when we drove down Coastal Highway in our boring gray SUV

surrounded by brightly colored thundering hot rods and cruisers

under a blanket of dreary gray Sunday clouds

the streets were lined with hoards of spectators

we smiled and gave everybody the royal wave under gray skies

most people waved back smiling

You can still have fun without blue skies and the sun

Whats in your pen?

Many years ago

I used to write with a pen

It would rest between my fingers patiently

It held all my unborn thoughts 

I would start to move it on the paper

Tracing the words of my dreams

Ink flowed freely and smoothly

Words spilled out of the nib

Whole sentences emerged

Great stories came to life

But that has all changed now

I sit at a keyboard and blank computer screen

Waiting for my fingers to tap dance

Letters appear on the screen

They line up in neat rows

Like well drilled soldiers

Words appear one by one

They avoid spilling off the edge

Magically jumping down to the next line

Pages are filled with my thoughts

My old pen looks on in awe

His ink still holds an immense quantity of my untold thoughts

Unfortunately I am too lazy to release them

Maybe one day I will find a way to plug the pen into the computer

Forest whispers

I walked through a forest

Carpeted with leaves

Shimmering in the soft sunlight

Glowing faintly like fireflies

I paused beside a tree

Images flooded my mind

My mother stood beside the tree

My grandmother was beside her

I saw myself as a young boy playing nearby

These were not my memories

They were the tree’s memories

As we had all passed by there many years before

I picked up a handful of the golden leaves

Carried them home

Put them in a basket

They whispered to me daily

Stories from my grandmother

Sage advice from my mother

Silly murmurings from my young self

It was haunting so eventually I had to do something

I took the leaves back into the forest

Paused in front of the same tree

The tree said its time for you to move on

I nodded and dropped the leaves

Covering my ears as I ran away

I reached the edge of the forest

Looking back at the carpet of leaves

I called out to them

But I could only hear a whisper in reply

I was very tempting to go back

But I never did

Do not let yesterday steal your today

If you had a bad day yesterday

Do not waste time dwelling on it

Today’s time is precious

Do not let yesterday steal your today

If you had a truly great day yesterday

Do not waste time dwelling on it

Today’s time is precious

Save yesterday as a memory to be savored later

Do not let yesterday steal your today

If your yesterday was just an average day

Do not waste time dwelling on it

Today’s time is precious

Do not let yesterday steal your today

Today is always better than yesterday

Because we all live in the now

Tree chatter

Cooler days and chilly nights

Summer is officially over

Leaves are starting to turn orange

Nature has decided to turn a page

Start a new season before winter

Trees stop growing to conserve energy

Which begs the question

How do they know?

What triggers them to prepare for winter?

Who taught them? 

Do mother trees school their offspring?

Are tree roots connected to a web?

Communicating with each other constantly

Receiving tree weather messages

Here is today’s tree weather report

Getting tree bulletins about the impending seasonal changes

Its time to start turning your leaves orange

Organizing tree beauty pageants

Who has the biggest and brightest leaves?

Perhaps swapping tree selfies and chatting

Browsing tree social media

Scrolling the pages of TreeBook

Gossiping about passing humans

Look at this silly fellow playing golf in the rain

Reporting horror stories of chain saw tree massacres 

Humans came in waves felling down an entire forest

Announcing the birth of a new baby tree

Mr and Mrs Fir Tree are pleased to announce

Recording obituaries of fallen trees

He lived a long life and will be missed

Lectures on how roots can seek out water

Go deep and follow the scent

Indigo Gin

In the glass so crystal clear
A spirit smooth, without a peer
Juniper whispers with citrus sings
A symphony of herbal strings

A splash of tonic and bubbles rise
A touch of lime to tantalize
Cool and crisp with subtle grace
A fleeting hint of the forest’s trace

In quiet bars or gardens green
Gin’s allure is softly seen
A timeless friend to those who sip
It graces every gentle tip

Through ages passed from dusk to dawn
Gin’s quiet spirit lingers on
A drink to amuse like a liquid song
In every glass it feels so strong

Hail the mighty Empress 1908
I surrender to your pea flower infused juniper fate
Some drinks give subtle flavors that ebb and flow
But I love the gushing taste torrent of INDIGO

Just get naked

Rich London women

Relocate to the Scottish highlands

To make new age organic whisky

For drinking in a sea of sweet cocktail juices

But this is not how whisky was meant to be consumed

It should be drunk eyes wide open in its bare naked glory

No need to add juices or spices

These modern organic lady distillers

Probably make love fully dressed in the dark

Pleasures should not be gift wrapped

Just get naked

the cheese just slid off your cracker

Things happen when you least expect them

You are happily driving down the road

Listening to your favorite music

Laughing and joking with your wife

When you notice blue flashing lights behind you

A heart stopping moment

You pull over to the side

She says you drank too much at dinner

You tell her to stay quiet

Winding down the window and hands on the wheel

The state trooper approaches

You were doing 45 in a 30

You decide not to argue and just say sorry

License and registration please

He takes the documents back to his patrol car

She says he is going to do a sobriety test on you

You politely ask her to stay quiet

The officer returns moments later

Thrusting your documents towards you

Next time slow down he yells

As he races back to his patrol car

Then speeds off lights and sirens blazing

That was a stroke of luck you say

He must have been called away on something more important

She just rolls her eyes

You take a deep breath

Continue driving home but without the music

Dark unlit roads and it starts to rain

She says promise me you will drink less at dinner

Yes dear you answer without sincerity

That was not luck you think to yourself

It was just mean to be

As you take a tight turn

A deer runs in front of you

You swerve but still smash into the deer

The car spins off the road

Sliding into a ditch

Nobody is hurt but the car is stuck

Still think you are lucky? she says sarcastically 

You drive too fast when you have been drinking

Soon after you see flashing lights approaching

The cheese just slid off your cracker

no more corners

I walked to the mailbox

The square door had four corners

I took out a pile of mail and a box

Every letter was rectangular

With four corners and two sides

The box was rectangular

With eight corners and six sides

I piled one hundred letters into a rectangle

I now had a box shaped pile of mail

Their two hundred sides became six

Their four hundred corners became eight

Where did all the missing sides go

Who stole three hundred and ninety two corners

I opened all the mail

Rectangular papers inside

Soon living in a rectangular trash can

I opened the box

Inside was a ball

With no corners and just one side

The ball was a tight fit in the box

Its one side touching all six sides of the box

If you could inflate the ball

It would eventually touch all the corners inside the box

Its one side would become six sides and eight corners

This is far too many sides and corners

I much prefer the round ball

I am going to start sending people lots of mail

In circular envelopes with just two sides and no corners

The envelopes will all be different sizes

So you can stack them into a ball shaped pile

no more corners