(2014)
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
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,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome