
Hi Everybody. We are headed to the border right now, but I have a couple poems that I wrote while we were in Owens Valley. I hope you like them and the photos that I’m adding with them.
Mother
He knows not of what is right
From the seedlings of the stars, I have seen him grow
Expanding and spattering like ants on a hill
He knows not of his doings
A firefly no longer with its light
Lost in the dark of night
“It’s all in the plan.” he says
But knows not of my watching
Always
Steady are my movements
Light my nudges
He seems of no notice
What more am I to do
Now is the time to see what he will choose.
How is water?
How is water?
Calm steam rising
A relaxed meandering river
Waves crashing against ocean rock
Falling through open hands into another’s bucket
Dried up reaching through cracked skin
Swept up in another’s dreams
Longing for what once was