(2015)
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
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
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.