(2015)
We have a huge owl that lives in woods behind our house, he sometimes hoots at night.
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
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,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,