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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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 chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

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

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

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…