(2014)
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
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.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most