(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to