(2013)
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,