Home

I miss that place. The trees so thick, the road so long, the sky so dense, the air so warm. 

Home

The Night I Went Crazy

*This happened April 12th, 2020

I got home last night after a delightful afternoon and evening at my sister and her husband's house. Then I had a nice conversation with a housemate. She went to bed around 11. Then I realized I did NOT want to go to bed. A weird situation for someone who's normally an early bird. But I was awake and ready to do something radical and crazy.

This is what I did.

Not all that radical, huh?

Layers

Layers on layers in the mist

That You

I think I remember you

But you've grown up so fast

I have a hard time with mixing up

That you and the one you've become

That Camp Counselor

Yeah, I was that person. A summer camp counselor. 

Yes, I wore anklets and bracelets and any other kind of weird stuff. I wore camp T-shirts and camp hats. I got dirty and smelly and some time didn't care. Yes, I was one of those camp counselors. 

But I miss it. I miss them. The kids, the chaperones, the other counselors, the boss, the friends, the memories. 

It was hard, it did stink, it was hot, it was long, they were rowdy, they were loud, they complained, they were bad kids, but.....they stole my heart. Camp stole my heart.

I miss you. 

Feast

I want to throw open the windows

I want to throw open the door

I want to set the table and throw a feast

I want to cook the food and lay it out

I want to invite you all in

I want us to gather around and pray and

FEAST!

Train

He thunders and rolls
He crashes by poles
He won't stop for you
He won't mop for you.

He honks and toots
He shreds the roots
He tears past your house
He tears up a mouse.

He grumbles and smokes
He shakes the mighty oaks
He's headed over the plains
He's zipping through the grains.

He hauls the coal
He shakes the soul
He crushes any penny or can
But, he's mastered by a man.

I Had Words

I wanted to tell you something, but I never got the chance.

Some times I got words all bottled up inside of me. I think of what I can say the next time I see you, but when I do, I chicken out I guess. They say, don't say it. So, I listen and I hold it all in. But the words are still there. I just don't know how to tell you.

I had the conversation planned. I had the circumstances down. I knew how you'd reply, or at least I tried to imagine your response. But, no, life has moved us both on.

So, I guess, I wanted to tell you something, but I never gave me the chance.

Roll Your Eyes

They said, 

"Don't roll your eyes."

They said,

"Don't split the ties."

They said,

"Don't start that now."

I said, 

"Why, where, what, how?"

'Cause the eyes speak

The heart can seek

The head has cheek

But the eyes, they speak.

Spectator

Spectator

That’s who I am 

I sit on the outskirts

Watching

Wondering

Waiting

Wishing

I guess I try to be in, but I realize I’m just a spectator. 

Maybe it’s OK

Maybe it’s not

I’m sad, and yet

It’s My Life. 

My Life: Spectator. 

I see them

I hear them

I watch them

I am with them

And yet

I am not a part. 

I am just a 

Spectator

Sunshine

Light

Warmth

The Storm

The Daffodil

The Sparrows