(2014)
thoughts about family spread in all directions
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
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
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,