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

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 a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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,

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles