11-7-2018
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
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 not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
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,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
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.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,