For Emma, Katerina and I, we're almost two weeks in and flush with assignments and such. For the boys, school starts Tuesday at Jan Kepler Gymnasium and Petrin Sever Art School. We had a great final weekend with them and Babicka in Krkenose--a wonderful cap to an unforgettable summer.
I may be heading to Manila for a hastily announced workshop, so that further busies things for me. Classes have begun well, so that helps justify the long trip.
Here's a poem in the glow of the number of runners (add Emma) we have in our family:
August in Beijing
Thank God the Lightning Bolt believes in you,
apparent less in ritualistic pointing to the sky
and more in popping up and to that Segway guy
who deigned to mow him down without a clue.
Thank Confucius guy on Segway isn’t going to die
of scandal, maybe, or of shame that through
the rolling post-haste seconds subject to review
exposes multi-tasking hubris and ineptitude. I
saw Usain had taken off his spikes and thought
‘it must be liberating to shed those very tools
that got me here’, silencing the likely din of fools
who’d just assume his wins were steroid-bought.
Thank Ras Tafari reason’s not outpaced by rules
when any tiger freely strides for what it ought;
our kids dream infinitely fast, and now they’ve got
Jamaican heat to challenge any course that cools.
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