A Plane Flew Over the Trees

Times slowed down as the noise grew loud. I looked back at my mom, she was covering her ears with her hands. “Wow, that’s a very loud truck,” she yelled. Suddenly, I looked up and there was a plane right above us. “Look!” I yelled and pointed to what I was seeing. It looked likeContinue reading “A Plane Flew Over the Trees”

Central Park, Deck 8

The one place I can find peace and quiet. Central Park, Deck 8. Above me, chaos ensues. Children screaming, parents yelling. The beauty of being on a large boat. I sit under the shade of a cabana With a Starbucks and a book. I try to write but I can’t think of anything. Too muchContinue reading “Central Park, Deck 8”

My Happy Place

When someone asks me Where my happy place is, I tell them it’s on a lake In the middle of Maine. My aunt and uncle’s camp. A beautiful view, right by the water, The camp has a cozy feeling With a screen porch facing the lake And an incinolet so you don’t always have toContinue reading “My Happy Place”

August in the City

I wrote this poem last year on a park bench in Washington Square Park. I carried an umbrella, walking down Fifth Avenue, waiting for the rain to fall. I held one of Patti Smith’s first books at the Strand. I admired Robert Mapplethorpe’s photographs at the Guggenheim. I told a man from Africa about ToniContinue reading “August in the City”

Thoughts While On A Lake

Can I stand up on this paddleboard without falling in? I’m not the most balanced person. But I can maybe try. Compromise! I’ll get up on my knees for a while To see how I do. Genius idea. What a lovely morning. Very few people out on the lake. No strong winds To push meContinue reading “Thoughts While On A Lake”

Sunday Drive

I went on a drive to visit the world Through the safety of my dusty car window. I was gone for the length of a typical movie, Looping through foothills, passing bikers, And elevating into the small mountains As motorcycles followed too close behind me. I can report that the earth is coming to lifeContinue reading “Sunday Drive”

Autumn Leaves in Later Summer

Walking through the woods, I admire the changing leaves on the aspen trees. It looks like fall but feels like summer. I take off my sweater and look at the view that’s similar to the moon. Wide open space with very little human life equates to the feeling of being on another planet. The leavesContinue reading “Autumn Leaves in Later Summer”