I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
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
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
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.
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 hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,