For Bede
(2014)
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset