Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
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.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
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
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine