It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

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

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

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

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

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

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.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

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