THE MOMENTS OF OUR LIVES
life is made of moments passing
so quickly
even before we
realize they have arrived
often the precious moments are neglected
left lonely miserable a stain upon the breast
this doesn’t happen by resolute decision but rather a careless spill
sometimes in darkness all
is forgotten except the present
where
we reside
like the children the
moments grow old
follow their own paths
yesterday so quickly forgotten for new thrills
the snow falls gently the day cloudy
black birds occupy bare branches where they pirouette & flutter
so quickly only a memory
November 23, 2014
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A NEW DIRECTION
for long i have traveled without
compass map or instructions
picking a direction each
day
does the past give a clue to
each day’s new direction
is it in the bird’s song the
one at the feeder
does the direction of the wind that moves the wind chime hold
a clue
where is one to get the answer
perhaps travel along the river listen to her whisper as she lies in her bed
...or follow some dusty trail long forgotten
...or watch a dust devil as he tears across the mesa
perhaps one can get along without a compass map or
instructions
November 21, 2014
RELEASE
release from all outside expectations requests obligations
it is freedom in a way release
from imprisonment
live as you wish please
yourself
we all want to get there after
all
become the adult in one’s own life but even then expectations may be high
November 22, 2014
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the snow gently
falls
to kiss the earth visibility
low
my compass broken
or lost
the morning began
with heavy clouds
like rolls of cotton on a blue horizon
take a sounding
locate the center the
core
the
world
picture perfect a collage of memories
as a child living on the gulf coast
i dreamed of a white christmas
which was never to be in
my childhood home
now it is possible in high mountain desert
& sometimes
happens
but I am a child
no more
santa doesn’t come to my house i don’t expect him
holidays
i am more aware of loss
than gain
it has been many
years
since I have embraced the traditions of my childhood
too busy with work
i have toyed with the idea of decorating a
tree this year
would it bring back something lost something missing
is it worth the
effort
to try to reclaim something of the past in a new world
the traditions i have carved out for myself are different
now
i have accepted
the ways
of those who first claimed this land
is
it time to reweave the holes in the fabric of my own life
offer myself a toast to what is left love the life i have
become
the new me who has
been waiting
usher in the new year count
my blessings
decorate that tree light
the candles
sing carols give
thanks for you
November 23, 2014
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