4-23-24. My favorite song, "Let It Be" by the Beatles
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,