(2014)
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…