Blue Jay

I don’t know what it is I am feeling now
it feels as though my chest is hollow
sinking deeper into the eath
waves of regrets awash me
inevitability and inescapability weighs on me

horn blows, the final call of the day.
I hesitate a little, wondering if I should leave.
it appears there’s nothing holding me here

then I glimpse at the child, one I used to know
there was something, like a saying or promise
but I can’t seem to remember.

I wonder what it is. I wonder if it still matters.
a little longer, if I am free to do so.
just a bit longer, if I may.

10.9.2022

Call

turn the other cheek, I learned.
but it’s so hard to do
when it is a wounded creature
determined to wound others
and drop poisons in gardens to survive

should this be a calling for a rise to a need
I shall go forth and deal with this creature
though for I don’t know what future holds
I pray that I will come back safe and sound
I hope there will be happiness in the end

9.30.2022

Candor

When the gentle breeze in the dusk

Calls me to the path I’d taken long ago,

I’ll go. Pack my suites and a wristwatch

Notebook and a pen in my hand.

I’d trudge through the dark night

Content in companions of stars and a moon

I’d silently walk the road alone again

Bracing for the unknown.

When the sun starts to rise, I’d thank

For being alive, of having seem the light

And keep relaxed but steady gaze forward

When the sun is up high and blazing

Peacefully, as if nothing cold happened

I’d throw a quick glance at back when

the sun starts to set over the horizon of

The ocean beach or clouds over mountains

Smile a smile just to smile.

4.4.2019