Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
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
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
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.
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,