(2015)
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
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
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free