(2014)
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
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,
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments