Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine