New and Strange

Days are shorteningthe air is still thickwith summer heatI try my best to remainafloatmy mind wanders awayI patiently wait for itsinevitable returnmy eventual returnto the presentwhat a gift it isto see the moonconsistently changingas do we, always evolving always growing intonew and strange versionsof who we are becoming.

Milky Way

Late night, the sky comes to life.Shooting stars subtly shoot acrossthe universe, blink and you’d miss it.I find comfort in looking around andseeing how small my problems are.How the universe is much bigger thananything I can possibly comprehend.Watching the stars mirror the water below,I let go of what I can control.

Limbo

Late summer hangs in limbo,cold air floats in on the water.The sun reminds me what will soonexist only in my memories. So I soak upevery walk I can get while remindingmyself to remain present, it’s a beautifullife, the heaviness is only as much asI choose to carry it.

Sturgeon Moon

Two evenings beforethe sturgeon moonI saw this sightthat left me in awe.I headed towardsthe ocean in search ofmaybe seeing a mirrorto make sense of whatI was feeling.Joy floating through my veins –catching up witha dear friend,slowing down aftera busy few months,the significance ofnew possibilities thatcould await meif I so choose.

Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty

IThe trees have dark red, orange, and yellow leaves that cause me to say “awe” as I drive home. My favorite time of year. The crisp in the air makes the hair on my arms to stick up underneath my worn, pink sweater. The sight of these beautiful leaves allow me to ignore the uncertaintyContinue reading “Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty”

Morning Moon

The early summer hoursbring back childhood patterns.Following the morning moon acrossthe sky as I travel from road toroad, I smile and count the craters.In my contentment, I embrace thisstate of peace fully. Right now,it’s just me, my thoughts, my music,and the moon. Real life doesn’t existoutside this existence, not right nowanyway.

Years Without A Word

March 31, 2023 at 10:54 PMI haven’t written a word in a poem from inspiration in years. Life swept me away and off went my creativity. Four walls in large rooms and small rooms held my body still from seeing the beauty I once wrote in my poems. I haven’t worked on poetry. I readContinue reading “Years Without A Word”

Observations From A Quiet Morning

Listening to the birds singI drink my morning coffeeI will not finish.I wrestle my thoughtscalming them down the waya teacher tries to get1st graders attention“Shhhhh, if everyone speaksall at once, no one will be heard.”