(2013)
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
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
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
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,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.