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

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

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

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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.

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

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.