Stained Blue

I held my father’s hand
walking through
barren land
searching for
elusive blueberries
when my father let go
of the expectation
that he should at least
have said good-bye.

But memories fade,
his and mine.

Perhaps my hand
was only reaching in
my half empty bucket
digging for a tiny taste
of sweetness.

Suddenly Buddhism Makes Sense

Yes,
it was a special day.

We were all there,
some by force
of the buffet,
some by force
of mothers.

And suddenly,
my dog
feeling the force
of Mother Nature,
left a piece
at the feet
of my Aunt Kate.

My dog,
now obviously
the reincarnation
of my Uncle Ted,

may he rest in peace,

caused Aunt Kate
loudly to dismay,
“My God!”

(Humor only, not meant to offend.  LUV to my Buddhist friends!)

Co-Pilot

There seems to be no end
of words I spill.
I spit.
I cry.

I write them down
of necessity, my need
to witness,
to speak.

If only someone comes
of gentle heart,
to read,
to breathe.

There will be no end
then of my soul.
Lift it.
Let us soar.