Tender, tender, time and again
Her love like the morning sun—
Warming hope in flowers stretched long for praise.
She smiles in the pale dawn light sneaking past wicker wood shades.
Her breath is slow and free now.
Wind whistles at the trees
Shadowing pictures on the wall, and
Hiding footprints in the sand of late night walks from the sea.
We reach to hold hands on those walks,
So many days the very same way.
Like in Idaho
On the brown basalt canyon rim above the river,
With the brave blue sky
And sage in the air,
Birds swirling to land in the rocks,
Holding my wife's hand,
Her hair waving across my face with the breeze.
A desert orchestra of possibilities before us.
You don't have the answers.
Everything you expect to happen might not.
Life makes no guarantees.
Existence is triumphantly strange,
Our eyes see different things
Both are true, yet incomplete.
Be forever wary of people's intentions,
Their egoic efforts are orchestrated too.
Learn to treasure your anonymity.
Each morning is a new chance
The possibilities eternal,
So stand tall and be your better self.
Breathe in the present moment—
Happiness is awareness and acceptance,
Joy is in the small things.
And when your last breath leaves you
Hope that you know love.
Hearts yearn for a home
And feelings heal bearing new scars,
Altering the courses we travel
In our journey to the stars.
Golden moonrise sea shine
Calms stormy oceans of worry,
Rolling with the swelling waves
Helps ebb our need to hurry.
The smallest drops of water unite
To create the current’s force,
Blue bliss upon the shifting seas
My thoughts cannot divorce.
Sailors know the ocean’s fury
Sailors know the ocean’s charms,
Gusting dreams on windy waters
Listing away from landlocked harms.
Inukshuk stone elders, eying
Arctic blue waters, on
Polar permafrost planets, with
More mosquitoes than stars.
Roaming wild eaters, searching
Frozen white deserts, above
Precious rare minerals, near
Swimming lake-trout and char.
It was a scorching bright blue
The sky that day
With a steady west wind howling by.
The desert's grey dirt swirled dancing
Sagebrush ruffled and waved without pause,
As a young jack merlin leaped airborne
Not for his prey, but applause.
Cotton ball clouds cast shadows below
Critters raced around just to survive,
And up in the air soared that merlin so high
Happy with falcon wings and the ride.
The wind blew, and gust, and eddied, and sheared
Teaching the jack merlin about grace.
Learn to read the river.
Watch the double back
Downstream of the boulder.
See the green glassy waves.
Be the river swell,
Align yourself along the seams
Of the transient currents
Roiled in the narrowing canyon.
Two paddle strokes
River water in your veins.
The sun sets, orange and bright,
Water like time flows downstream.
Campfire memories on riverside beaches
Shooting stars, whiskey, and dreams.
Desert knows no tomorrow
Doesn't mind what happens today
Can't remember the hailing, stormy winds
Nor the birdsong's tribute in the amber sweet morning calm.
Pervasive sage grows green strong… then withers
Dying dirt swirls freely… then settles
Burning sun sends its love unrestrained.
Desert knows no tomorrow,
Only peaceful acquiescence to barren brown plains.
Like a late August
Southern Idaho afternoon.
Sipping iced drinks from colorful plastic patio chairs,
Kids leaping over spinning sprinklers
Dripping wet with desert laughter and sun—
Immersed in the innocent freedom of frivolous play—
Spirited blades of green grass stuck between their flighty toes,
Birds along the cedar fence cheering
Tree shadows obediently shifting
Below a painter's stroke of wispy cirrus clouds
Fading to stationary blue.
Upslope wind flutters the beige-grey grasses
Dancing hillside with their rising pink sun god.
Squirrels shuffle 'round the rocks
Maple trees whisper their leafy life song,
Clouds chalk party.
As my skin glows warm
Breathing the warm wind,
Connected in time and place to now.
Some never open their eyes to the simple things,
Trapped in their own narrative
Lost to the voice in their head
Chasing dreams that never come
Missing what is…
Untethered to the joy of now.
And the grass sways merrily.