(2014)
Have felt this about leaving of any sort: jobs, relationships, places
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
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.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,