(2015)
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
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,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are