(2014)
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
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
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.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
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.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,