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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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.

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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