On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,