(2015)
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go