By the Docks

The lake is glass this morning
And the sailboats attest to this
Rising as far above the water
As their reflections shimmer below.
And the ducks and their children
Cut wedges in the water swiftly
As gulls fly overhead and out of sight
And a proud father swan returns
From his morning adventures
While his mistress and younglings
Sleep at the edge of an ancient piling:
Leftovers from a dock of lumbering days,
Making a nest for the images of the trees
That haunt the water in between.
The open water sports a layer of steam
To the untrained eye
And white-bellied catfish
Jumps at bugs above the water.
Pristine in its beauty
As the blue sky leaves its impression
Over all.

Unfolding

Your walk has had its ups and downs
Decisions seem to be confoundin
All the things you thought you knew
Melt away like the morning mist
You wonder what the Divine Plan says
What are you meant to be doing with your life
And the simple answer is
You are where you’re meant to be
You are who you’re meant to be
All the twists and turns have been lessons
The choices you’ve made have been victories
You’ve not taken wrong steps
You’ve not made the wrong turn
You are the unfolding of a beautiful soul
All the restlessness is a reminder
To keep moving along, wade in the stream
You are who you are, who you’re meant to be
As the race slowly unfolds, so you’ll see.

Everyman

Somewhere in the middle of green
When the lights say, “go” and your thoughts
Say, “yes, now is the time,”
We embrace the attitude of perfect pitch
Where the melody undeniably falters
Because the ego remains so upright
And we just can’t quit or let go
Of our moment of destiny, greatness,
Long enough to accept that we are only one soul
In a line of millions trudging out our destiny
Then it suddenly dawns upon us
That we are no greater, nor any less,
Than all the others in the line
And we suppose life no longer matters
But I say this: it matters more!
Because now, instead of pleasing an audience,
We have only ourselves to please.