The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

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.

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

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 noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

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