If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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,

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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