home

a steaming mug of tea
i wait.
i wait.
i wait....
then,
a splash of cream.
a sip.
i taste--
a good read in a comfy leather chair
a roaring fire on a rainy day
a long afternoon nap in which time stops

home

fort

seaweed flag flying
fifth grade boys proclaim
WE WERE HERE

camp

a blazing fire
52 voices singing as one
a moment they'll never forget

morning

the cool air hits my bare arms
like a slap.
and i awaken
just like that

awareness

i am very aware
of a feeling in my chest.
not sadness,
not madness,
not anger,
nor despair.
confusion - i think - has come to visit.
to take a rest.
to stay awhile and knock me off my pedestal of knowing what to do and where to go from here.
i visit with him a bit,

commune, take tea.
and rested, he moves along.

phone

bri-i-ding! bri-i-ding! bri-i-ding!
i hear a phone ringing in my head.
bri-i-ding! bri-i-ding! bri-i-ding!
there it goes again.
bri-i-ding! bri-i-ding! bri-i-ding!
it's not my phone; it's life,
calling to tell me i'm on the right track.

breath

stepping out of the car at "the river," i breathe air that is fuller, denser, wetter, airier, than city air
it fills me all the way up