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

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine