(2013)
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart