Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,