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.

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

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

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,