Listen to the silence
you can hear
Your heartbeat
Delivering life

Touch your skin
You can feel  the rhythm
in your veins

Open your eyes
You can see
The promise of tomorrow

And You can know
Life

"How Stereotypically White Are You" is a FB quiz.  Why am I compelled to do these things.  Okay, that's for another day.  But....

I am over 60
I am white
I am a woman
but what does it mean to be white
and
does it really matter?

one word
two words
red words
blue words

first I feel
and then I write
next I read
see what I like

three words
four words
hit the floor
up and down the walls
they soar

now they come
and play around
they sing and laugh
fall on the ground

five words
six words
as they rhyme
and play some licks
in double time

they're running wild
first here now there
they won't be stopped
they have no fear

seven words
eight words
nine and more
racing fingers
keep the score

they can't be stopped
they don't know how
so race they must
and so must I

write

I can't you see
the words live
in my soul
and my soul
is locked tight against the pain
and my soul cannot speak

but write


I can't you see
the song lives
in my heart
and my heart
is broken in two
and my heart cannot sing

but write

I can't you see
imspiration lives
in my mind
and my mind waits
fearful and distant


but write
write so your soul can speak
write so your heart can sing
write so your mind will cast off the burden of grief
and live
again

when I was younger
drama was
exhilerating

calm days
building and cresting
with passion
gentled the waves
only to crest again

life swelled
crested
calmed
only to
repeat

when I was younger
I reveled in the trough
and swell
energy that capitvated
and invigorated

but I am no longer
younger
and I yearn for the gentle
undemanding
tide

From April to May our upheavals had upheavals.  Our granddaughter moved herself, her children and boyfriend back to our desert home.  Our grandson, asked to come back to the desert; mom disagreed ... mom agreed ... mom drove him back ....  Our son signed papers for a house ... and moved.    Plans were made ... remade ... made again.  Life struggled for balance, the roller coaster spring righted itself and now is the time to rest.

April 8th
  late night delivery and
  the desert awaits

April 19
  soaring we trek
  desert to beach

April 20
  loaded for bear
  we trudge home
  leaving one behind

April 25
  a second chance
  to come back home

April 29
  the prodigal son
  grandson returns

May 2
  six weeks gone now
  back to the foothills

 May 8
  moving day
  far to farther

May 9
  epiphany
  a day of decision and
  a new home awaits

May 10
  rest