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 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.

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,