Blowing a little wind your way
With swirling leaves
misty dim lit day
A wind that blows
a friendly wind that
cools
lifts our hair
sets our mind at rest
A wind that blows our last wandering thoughts
out to the sea
watching the moon rise
stars in the sky
A wind that gently blows
and wanders thoughts
through our mind

“Hey lady what’s your name?”
I heard that voice and I turned
knowing that once I did, things
could not possibly be the same.
When a four year old on a swing
starts a conversation from afar
there is no way you can ignore him
I don’t care who you are
“Well hello,” I said and gave him my real name
I was starting to get curious as to what was his game.
“Where are you going and what are you going to do?”
” I am going home to make banana muffins, how about you?”
“Oh banana muffins! That is my favorite! And I like strawberries and blueberries too!”
Hmmm this “hey lady, what’s your name” game was taking on a new dimension
I was wondering what other foods he liked and so I smiled and waited for him to mention
that perhaps he liked hot chocolate with a banana muffin with strawberries and blueberries.

You see when one is four

if you think it

you can decide.

That is why I stopped and turned
for his thought of hot chocolate with a banana muffin
with strawberries and blueberries

on the side.

I smooch you
I smooch you because I love you
I smooch you because you are mine
I smooch you
BECAUSE
I want to hug and kiss you
all the time
I want to give you
Sunday smooches
Monday smooches
Tuesday smooches
Wednesday smooches
Thursday smooches
Friday smooches
Saturday smooches

I want to smooch you
ALL the time

I am such a funny piece of person
As I wander through this life
I am actually quite accomplished
as a nurse, grandmother, mother and wife.
And let’s not forget the other stuff
that I did or still do.
But I still do not think I would want
you to be me
or
me to be you
Then there would be funny
pieces of persons (that is two)
Laughing at and saying silly stuff
at whatever people do

Cold hand of winter
Slipping under my pilllow
Alllll the way down
to my toes.

Calmly watching
the noisy rushing
about
nothing and everything
to be done
Humans on trains, on buses
on phones
Noisy rushing
Calmly watching

Wondering if it is contagious

Going back over
the walls where once sleeping then awake
bursts of creative
thoughts and words displayed
photographs, doodles and words of backwards
wisdom
Empty walls
Removing paper and tape residue
Patching holes
Smiling as I go
Going back….smiling
Moving ahead…smiling

Time to paint the walls

How could I not know
about the Flowers of Life
you asked
eyebrows raised
quite surprised
there are lots of things
I do know
slight smile
deep inside
things
that you haven’t ever
thought of
and for never ever
in the
geometric lines connected
will you ever never know

Thoughts at night
are like trees
hanging over the water
in the darkness
of the late sunset

Going outside at night
in the dark
presents the highest probability
that is there is the risk of increasing
random chance
that you might step
on the ants

Then what happens next
is anybody’s guess
but it might be ants
crawling up your legs
and traveling to
your pants

And then you would be
outside in the dark
with ants in your pants.

Better to go outside
at night
when there is a chance
of caterpillars

Leaves are more interesting
than your legs