Calm

From levels to places, or the cheese stands alone.

To Judith, who gives me the peace to write about, and be Calm.

CALM

Why Calm?

What is Calm?

1993 A New Start

At forty eight

Right this moment

Portrait's of the Smith's

Baltimore section

Rugby stuff

Press on

Thoughts of a Son

Baltimore portrait update

Genessee Street

Self in summer

Portrait for Regina

Picture of calm

A first thought of Calm

Walking outside in winter ice

to open the garage door for Judy,

in stocking feet,

on ice moving slow,

on snow, moving slowly.

Doing the same

on the way back

January 1994

I am.

I wonder why it took almost 50 years to like my self.

I wonder why it took me so long to realize am not responsible for everything?

I wonder why I still wonder if anyone will understand what I'm talking about?

I know I still try to put this down in a world of silence.

I know what I am.

I know who I am.

I know why I am.

I hope.

I try,

and I am.

Howard 10/21/94