(2014)
Just some thoughts about how things are and the pull to wish things, "Otherwise."
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
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.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
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.