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

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

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

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 through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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

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