Walk

The long distance--slow

With room for thoughts to soar high

Above the footsteps

Walk

Long walks

Into silence

Give room for thoughts to grow

To explore my internal depths

To rest

Early Morning

An early morning with paper and pencil

Before me

Considering what to write about

Doing the brain clearing

Exercise of writing of everything and nothing

For twenty minutes before

Getting ready to tackle a topic or two.

Home is a relaxing place to write each day

In the atmosphere of my office

Just arranged for me

Knowing the door is closed

Leaving me free to concentrate.

My thoughts

Needed for consideration

Open to words that are

Perhaps--shaped

Quite

Ruthlessly (or gently)

Seeking a kernel of

Truth to express onto the page

Under my window that 

Views the tree providing shelter and . . .

Whenever it

eXtends its reach into my thoughts

Yielding inspiration Ay to

Zed.

Birds

A flurry of wings off in the

Bushes as we walk by--

Chickadees

Darting through the greenery

Ever searching

For food.

Great egrets wading in the river before flying

High into the trees--stark white against more green.

Into the sounds of mourning doves and blue jays

Just walking along the paved path

Knowing we are surrounded by wild birds

Looking for food and shelter.

Mother and father sparrow feeding their young

Now and throughout the summer

Out of reach of the neighbourhood cat

Perched on the roof of our car

Quietly watching the busy birds.

Robins on the ground

Searching for worms

Turning heads sharply to hear the movement

Underground

Value in the calmness of 

Watching the birds

eXactly where they live--even the

Yellow goldfinch

Zeroing in on a feast of thistle seeds.

Carl (Happy Birthday)

A baby brother entered the scene

Back in the days when life was simpler

Carl was his name

Danger was his game--

Even with signed permission in a letter

For dirt bike rides through the  fields.

Getting out with friends

He avoided three older sisters

Intent on the world as he saw it

Just following his path.

Karl and Carl hung out when  they were young, but

Life always included friends

Motorcycles grew until

Now a Harley Davidson

On the road gets him around.

Past days in the fields

Questing adventure

Readied him for

Solo trips to work and group

Trips with Monique

Until life is simply an adventure

Veering toward the sunset

With Monique at his side

eXalting just as much in the freedom of the road

Yes--she has her own motorcycle--

Zooming down the highway together.

Flying Solo

A fear of flying solo

Brings a person down to nothing

Certain she needs more communication--

Decisions are impossible without a permanent team

Ever needing reassurance 

Finds her lost and alone and in the end unable to work

Going alone is part of life

Helplessness is rejected

In pursuit of the dream in the heart

Just fly solo

Knowing that others will eventually join the team

Live now and

Move toward the goal enjoying life

Now truly is key

Operate in the moment--even when that includes flying solo

Possibilities explode when

Questions don't demand

Results different from reality

Seek the goal

Then enjoy the path that is actually 

Underway

Viewing the results

With love and

eXcitement

Yet allowing others to add

Zest when they are ready

Priming the Pump

Written

In haste to clear

Clutter filled to edges

Space now left to focus my thoughts

With ink