Nervousness wakes me
A meeting with high pressure
I’m lacking self-trust
poetry, prose, and photography
Nervousness wakes me
A meeting with high pressure
I’m lacking self-trust
This night now ending
Time to calm my random thoughts
And embrace my rest

In this deep darkness
As this day transformed to new
This eerie silence?
Darkness holds its own
Rest is deceptively hard
The street-light’s ally
Dawn’s light is now here
The highway sound now louder
Crows conversing
A crescent moon
Tinted red by the wind’s
California remnants
“Aretha Franklin”
I honor her by saying
She’s earned my RESPECT
Aretha Franklin Sang Her Way Through America’s History. Her Passing Is the End of an Era
āEarly morning light
Filtered by smoke
Rising from California
Demanding access
To my lungs
Though I resist
My coughing
And sneezing
State clearly
I have lost