(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
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.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
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,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,