(2015)
We have a huge owl that lives in woods behind our house, he sometimes hoots at night.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome