(2014)
Just some thoughts about how things are and the pull to wish things, "Otherwise."
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
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.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
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,