For Bede
(2014)
For my love of 36 years
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are