
my gaze falls–
on the ground,
on the distance,
on the time behind me
and the road beyond me–
why do we so often forget to look up?

my gaze falls–
on the ground,
on the distance,
on the time behind me
and the road beyond me–
why do we so often forget to look up?

What were your favorite toys as a child?

could you be real?
not made of parchment paper, or satin ribbon streams?
soft pink petals–
your scalloped beauty has spoken

what i saw, or heard or dreamt or desired,
slid and slipped, tipped and tripped–
at once crystal clear and perfectly opaque

Come hear Uncle John’s Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.
Uncle John’s Band written by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter,
The Grateful Dead, 1970

your gaze leaves me frozen
and i wonder what your eyes hide,
a little pain, a little promise, a little pride–
your gaze leaves me broken,
and i wonder what your violet eyes veil–
see you later, see you never, see you ’round sometime over there

sweet drops of rain kissing you awake

go ahead and spin,
it might be a beautiful journey

fly with the geese
live in a miniature village beneath huge orchids
become invisible and wander the world
ride a unicorn
physically step into the pages of a book
have a conversation with fish (and cows and birds and horses and cats)
walk into a painting
travel in a time machine

This list inspired by Susannah Conway.
Dear Love, where did we go wrong?
Dear Home, you are not made of bricks and mortar.
Dear Feet, i must take better care of you.
Dear Morning, i know we can be friends.
Dear Intuition, thank you.
Dear Books, i love you.
Dear Rest, you are always welcome.
Dear Younger Me, be kinder, more generous and less self-absorbed.
Dear Imagination, why don’t you call as often?
Dear First Love, please forgive me.
Dear Hunger, you swallow me whole.
Dear Future Me, i hope you’ve found your way.
Dear Senses, i cherish you.
Dear Courage, do not desert me.
Dear Shadows, can you make a puppet?
Dear Legs, you are mighty.
Dear Family, practice patience and love.
Dear Kindness, we are close now and i am grateful.
Dear Money, you still frighten me after all these years.
Dear Reflection, always at odds with the world.
Dear Sky, you are sill lovely when you cry.
Dear Fear, why do you follow me?
Dear Magic, you are my saving grace.
Dear Truth, help me find the answers.
Dear America, it’s not all about you.
Dear Heart, if only you could be lighter.
Dear Change, you never fail to show up.
Dear Laughter, thank goodness you have not foresaken me.
Dear Sancutuary, i miss you.
Dear Sylvia, it will be ok.