(2015)
Multi-tasking is overrated!
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a