Category: poetry

secret of life

now, in my seventies,

i finally get it:

it’s about doing what

you can for others,

to become selfless,

to be a good person.

when, on that final day,

they lay me to rest and say,

he was a good man,

to deserve it.

to have everyone there

nod in agreement–

that’s it. that’s all of it.

–photo by mom?

forest fire fears

the forest fire rages just a few miles away–

if the wind begins to shift, we must all evacuate.

if the siren starts to blow, it’ll blow my worried mind–

do i take the kitty too? i can’t leave her behind!

i guess i’d take the things most important of all:

my laptop, the kitty, and my captain kirk doll!

–photo by me

trouble in paradise

it’s another beautiful day in paradise

and i’m just glad to be alive

but then, trump

i feel pretty good for an old man

and i am so grateful for that

but then, trump

i feel my spirit igniting

and perhaps i’ll take a walk

but then, trump

sorry about all this–

i was going to write something good

but then, well, you know

–photo by me

secret spot

in the still of the morning, i dismounted from my bike,

and i headed out on foot, for an early morning hike.

at last! my secret spot, i hadn’t been to for a year,

and i cried out on the wind, “i’m still here! i’m still here!”

–photos by me