So Much

we approach a deep crevasse

no one can see the bottom

it takes a soul that is powerful

secure within the self, strong

to see the light at the end of the tunnel

a grip he has on where our eyes can go

turning, turning, the day is long

but time is short to turn the corner

and forget about the ruins we can make

but we must turn away

with love in our hearts

growing in appreciation of that which stuns

our senses dismayed by heart rending news

of senseless acts and cold-heartedness

touch the hearts of all people

care deeply for the wellness of all

feed the hungry, clothe the naked

reap the joy therein

having power because you love so much

Clouds Above

the sun highlights the tops of trees

peering over the highway

the pond breathes in the slow, rolling sky

making ripples, causing the reflection of trees

and signs and telephone poles

to wiggle and beckon the faces in the clouds above

Silhouettes

silhouettes upon the wall

where once there were shadows

friendly faces chattering the day’s news

and sipping coffee from beakers

enjoying the light filtered through miniblinds

as traffic swished by out front

perhaps the days go by this way, too

Younger

walking through the remnants of the garden

Queen Anne’s lace and daisies having taken over

no scent in the air to distract

from the bright sun beating down

grapes not yet ripe form a wall

along the far edge, deer having nibbled some

my eyes becoming dazzled by the light

my mind wandering with the memories

when once the yellow mums and purple lupines

dominated this half acre of blissful land

and I was much younger