Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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