a chain as strong as its weakest link
each link close enough to feel the distance
still dreaming to be on the verge of touch,
         reaching out out of reach
      even a sturdy soul may falter

      alone together hand to hand
        
a union the sum of its mindful grip
  faith in the strength of love strong
    the heart opens unconditionally
   encompassing all that is in doubt

        reaching out to strengthen
                   arm to arm
               hand and hand
                 grasping love  
        the unbreakable chain-link


someone you used to know ... 2017

No narrative captures the truth whole
so I choose the mist of poetry
as close as we come to understanding

I wonder if, when the sun rises,
it brings a little something
back from the east.
Do its golden rays have stories
it wishes to tell, or lessons or gifts
to give us when it gets back?
I guess what I want
is to know that it remembers
and thinks of all of us
while it is gone.
Or does it shed all memory
of its time spent with me?
Does the sun come up
out of duty or love?

Everything inspires me.
The precious breeze, that whistles daintily.
The clouds, that form images grand.
The breath, that empowers with wisdom.

All things inspire me.
The sweet smell of blossoming roses.
The rainbow that expands in sky.
Even rains that come to cleanse a darken heart.

Everything inspires me.
The magical times that reveal miracles.
The smile of a child inside day.
And The simple praise
from one poet to another.

All things inspire me
as I move to the music of my heart.