(2014)
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
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.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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