(2014)
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
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
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,