1-6-2019
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
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 wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,