What Crosses My Mind

  • Watching Sunsets

    Simple really, sitting on a hill, gravel path leading to my favorite observation tower, leading my mind beyond the moment before. I’d climb the steps knowing I’d reach the top, sitting above the trees landscape below. I could look forever up there and still be standing alone, my thoughts my own, my world around me.…

  • Coming Home Again

    When I was twelve, I found a copy of Thomas Wolfe’s classic, You Can’t Go Home Again, I remember being profoundly impacted by the title. Just the words alone made me wonder about home, and in my 12 year old mind I thought of my cousin Billy, who had just passed weeks earlier in a tragic…

  • In My Comfort Zone

    It is where I am every day, my comfort zone, I give a glimpse into the world I see, every hour of my day, until the sun does set, hues change, sky becomes a darkness outside I cannot see as readily.   Until the morning comes, then in rain or sunshine, the view the same,…

  • Haiku Pattern

    brief quick respond sweet while inside our hearts do meet tick we solemn greet ~ want happy ending searching for a new something always in yearning ~ simple truths began an early childhood plan never fear the man ~ summer in sunset a beautiful days only regret what is chaos let ~ once in a happy…

  • I Came Back Home …

    To catch a dream … I suppose visits are marginal, memories, reflection, hold the hope of lives lost or known – misunderstood misfortunes – seem to carry their own weight, have a bearing who we are, were then, now what we might have become, or some hope to think we have realized that fortune of…

  • I Wandered Home

    I’ve come here often, when I could remember fear, often, when time seemed to stand still I would look over the horizon, picture running through fields as a child, suddenly thrown into my teens, those places I would weary my return. I wonder about people those I knew, those I wished I might never know…

  • Vantage Points

    We all hope to understand truths while acknowledging secrets we might look inside the world of time to find an artifact, a memory, -a childhood rite of passage- reunion, delight, gathering, loss, solace in all of our travels somewhere it is where we call home ~ This too will always remain strong in mind when…

  • How Much is Life a Setup

    I went home last night, everything around me was real, the fantasy had spoken of a reality now today, we were all together again, yet, the years had created lines, the sort we watched in our elders, when as children we would laugh, out loud on occasion, despite the wells of afterthought, we noticed in…

  • Home, Then, Perspective

    When I glance today, I can bask in a vague recall of those times, young love, innocence weren’t we all some time wanting the drag of hours, minutes, years to give chance … ~ the streets are the same, rows of maple I do have to try hard to remember just how exacting my life…

  • Ordinary People

    I saw them today, on the street corner, standing together, holding hands in smile, then the bus came, and they were gone. ~ While I was driving home, the light changed to red, glancing aside, they were chatting in animated form, I wanted to say hello, just then the light … ~ At night, I…