(2014)
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another