For Bede
(2014)
For my love of 36 years
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
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,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
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,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,