Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

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

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

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

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there