(2014)
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
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.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
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
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
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 but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,