(2013)
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
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,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
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
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.