


Upon summer’s cusp
Each day the air gets warmer
Joyful, carefree hearts
poetry, prose, and photography



Upon summer’s cusp
Each day the air gets warmer
Joyful, carefree hearts

It’s so easy to spin
Tumbling over, over
Losing my focus
In this maelstrom
Of possibility
For a choice requires
Leaving opportunity
Sitting in the sun
For another to grab.
What if that one
Is better than this one?
Too much of this
Is a table full of gifts
Where nothing is opened
And all potential
Evalotates into the day’s heat

Walking this roadside
Deep within my mind’s silence
As the sunlight fades

Fears rise in the dark
So many unknowns stare back
Fate can be quite cruel

Summer approaches
Spring time’s flowers are fading
The air is warmer

Under this sunshine
Pondering fragility
And life’s strange graces
Such a strange week. Monday afternoon my son crashed his skateboard, ending up with a significant concussion and “mild” bleeding on the brain. Monday night & Tuesday were spent talking about many possible (and frightening) scenarios. Wednesday we’re talking about leaving and Thursday we made it home. Friday we joined some friends for dinner. Surreal, in the end.
Now, we only just started this journey. 45 minutes at dinner with friends exhausted him. He spent most this morning’s energy at our eye doctor’s simply getting glasses adjusted.
We’re home. His mind is mostly intact, and healing quickly. Doctors believe we’ll have 100% recovery. Looking at the possibilities, I feel deep gratitude. We escaped some brutal stuff. I’m grateful for that.

My son is sleeping
As night has taken over
This long week ending

The morning rain fell
Pulling the petals downwards
Springtime memories

Antiquated steel
That’s forgotten how to move
Not phased by the rain

I glance to the sky
Momentarily pausing
Flowers on this breeze