(2015)
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
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,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.