This Morning

As I waited to turn right onto the highway this morning,
I watched the passengers of cars in transit.
With the sun in their eyes, most squinted, some scowled.

Observing these unsuspecting individuals,
glimpsing scraps of their everyday lives,
I felt a combination of ordinary and special.

To knew I was not alone on this planet.
No matter what we say, we cannot live without the company of others.
And yet, we pride ourselves on denying it.

I like to think I’m independent,
but when push comes to shove,
I always get home sick when I’m half way around the world.

Even as I get older, I don’t feel like I’m growing up.
Seeing these faces pass me by, on the road,
I felt odd, as if I were eves dropping on humanity.

There’s no edit button on life.
cntl. alt. delete does not exist.
This is it, as it is, here and now.

With the sun shining on our faces,
we wait, I wait, I wait
for traffic to change, so that I may merge.

I’m impatient,
I take a chance, and as the cars thin,
I gun the engine and take off.

Finding the Love of the Divine

A Sister’s love is easy to feel, for that love
has been present since before the time of birth.

However the love of God, is a little more
challenging to find.

As her hands rubbed the mother’s belly, telling
the being inside, “I love you,”

there was a mutual feeling of adoration exchanged.
But the hands of God, were harder to come by.

These sentiments of love we
have for each other are evoked in every moment.

Whether I am consciously
thinking of you or not, our love is permanently shared.

You were there for my birth.
You held my tiny hands, you washed

my infant feet,
you smiled at me throughout the years, always

with love in your eyes.
I feel the presence

of The Divine, yet still, sometimes
I loose sight –

I am only human, after all.





The way of love is not
a subtle argument.

The door there
is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circle
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,
they’re given wings.

- Rumi

Close Encounters of the Poisonous Kind

102º and there’s a scorpion in my bathtub.
Too hot to care, or worry too much.
I put an empty flowerpot over it, and hope to death it dies,

without applied pressure.
How do you kill a hard shell anyway?
A shoe? Something toxic,

perhaps?
How about some really strong
bathroom cleaner? Or hair spray?
Sounds like animal abuse and torture

to me…
But could I really sleep at night knowing that
it’s out there, scuttling

around, and could possibly get back in!?!
It’s my fault, I left the
window open without any screen.

But tomorrow it could appear in my living room.
Or
my

bed.