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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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.

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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,

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,