My Fingertips Are Warm
I made a lone snow angel
In the middle of a park
For I was a lone snow angel
In the middle of a park
Train Tracks to Where
I fall asleep
To the world around
I’ve earned my keep
Yet I’m still bound
Nature’s Dance
To sit and watch nature carry on….for it always carries on.
In spite of everything. That is quite a dance to observe.
That is the dance to learn.
The Seeker’s Path
The Seeker’s Path is one of perpetual motion —
I sat down a few days after slamming 1,100 miles in 2 1/2 days to summarize my trip, or to chronicle whatever important thoughts came to mind. I wasn’t intending to rhyme it but this is what the heart brought forth…
Not From South Dakota
I met a bartender today in Estes Park, CO. Cold and damp from a rainy motorcycle ride, grabbing three fingers of whiskey and some hot food to warm up while waiting for a storm to pass. She was more expressive than the average person with her face. It’s amazing how much can be communicated without words. Simply the flexing and movement of muscles in our faces. It delights me.
Don’t Stay Home
My couch cushion sucks me in and whispers,
“See how comfortable and easy this is!?