What Crosses My Mind

  • The Passing, of a Day

    When begins insurmountable task, the waking anxiety, a desire to burrow rather than the music of the day.   We all seemingly rise to a pattern so familiar, oddly routine, sometimes forgetting simple beauty.   Our lives caught up in the now, my mother used to say, he’s a now person referring to life, whenever…

  • Passing Cars, Traveling Lives

    When I was a little boy, leaving nose prints on the picture window, in the rain, the streaks I’d follow a free hand, fingertips, tracing this world in some design.   When I was a little boy, I’d watch the travelers all of them pointed in some direction, a quiet neighborhood, I’d often know the…

  • Sunsets

    If in the quiet of a soft moment We were the Ancient Mariner afloat Might we wander aimless while then emote In silent harmony a sweet lament.   For is the sea one in quiet recall This guiding reality, timeless shift A body where many less gentle rift Would now decide in earnest Man will…

  • MLK Jr. – 50 Years Ago His Words Began

    I knew this man, well, my mother, she taught me to know this man.   i remember when he spoke, his voice was beautiful, a rhapsody of passionate words to speak to everyone.   A scared nation, completely aware of what really is hell, what was this man’s tell.   I remember my mother saying…

  • An Easter Sunday Prayer

    I would wish we might all love, if only for the hours of this day, turn to one another, the fear we even imagine in doing so, be put aside, for we are all wanting to show effort toward recognizing our own sense of balance in knowing there is a special bond, a reality, a…

  • Getting Older in Autumn

    I read somewhere today about recognizing positive energy, wonder came across my mind, am I, can they, do anyone I know, is there really a measure, or are we all simply kidding ourselves.   I would glance around the room during times like these, see all the different faces, are they feeling the same, maybe…

  • Responsive Journey

    A quiet path, many minds have passed, yet inside remains alone like a ricocheting energy, a certainty in privacy, that which no one might alone experience beyond a silent beholden traveler.   Many nights, autumn mornings, spring into action while the world around might discover new purpose, a reasoning that while easily defined, still remains…

  • When Will It Happen

    When will the day become the reason, when lives we seem to wonder a loud become just a natural breeze in the fall.   Because we honor tales people create they seem so simply easy to relate, and yet, we do every turn complicate.   A long time ago, a person listened, then told the…

  • The Last Time I Checked

    There was purpose in my day, a willingness to share, yet the constructs of a certain way, would often interfere, well, just my luck.   I often walk away this way, the drive home, a long enduring road, looking around to see, if anyone else might be my way.   I lack the fortitude one…

  • Two Would Pass Together

    (dedicated to the goodness of time, a friend and his family) When in a moment we might reflect upon the reason, we could together share a memory, the fleeting laughter, we would do this together, wouldn’t we create a scene, a wonderful attribute, of the years, oh the many years, the travels we knew without…