Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want