(2014)
thoughts about family spread in all directions
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
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.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,