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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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.

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,

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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