Friends...

Easy love...

There is no easier love

Than that for what you held inside

A part of you for nine months

So much a part of your being

That when you become two

You would still know them

Their smell, their presence

By the feel of their aura

Even when they have gone

And become bigger than you

Giving Thanks...

Where I come from 

This is a day for giving thanks

Families gather for food

Turkey and pumpkin pie

And maybe to argue over politics

The schools and shops are closed

Making children grateful easy

I haven't lived there for so long

I often forget the day

Until it has passed me by

Reminded that I failed to call

And mark the day as expecteed

But do you not understand

I don't need one day to give thanks

I am grateful every day

For the sun that rises

For being able to try again

To be a better version of me

And without a doubt

For the love that holds me here

Image by Constance Kowalik from Pixabay 

Rising with the sun...

In a family of night owls, two larks greeted the sun

Father and daughter sharing the morning chorus

What adventures await while all about slumber

A boat on the lake, mist low upon the water

Pulling in the lines set the night before

Catfish the prize for the effort, we'll eat well tonight

Here's a quiet cove where he teaches her to fish

She watches how he sets the weights and hook

How the bait is strung, how to hold for casting

He swears and laughs as the whole rod is thrown

She knows that these moments are precious

Time stands still briefly where she has him alone

Too soon they make for the dock and the others

She will dog his heels while he cleans the catch

A few more moments where she chatters nonstop

Until the crowd pull him away again...

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 

The sea called to me...

The sea called to me in my melancholy

Come to me, I will heal you

The waves will soothe your soul

The wind will blow your sadness away

Salt air will sharpen your senses

The seals are basking on the beach

Sand made red as they bring new life

Pups scattered among the adults

White pelts testament to their youth

What cares do their lives hold

Beyond the abundance of fish

And a good spot to stretch out on

The sea reminds how simple life can be

If we learn to navigate its tides

The ebb and flow of fortune and feeling

That are the measure of our short time here

Maybe I can fly...

Freedom called me out

Step onto the ledge

Spread your arms and leap

The birds are waiting for you

The clouds will hold you up

You will soar above it all

Just a little step into the air

And you will be free

The truth as always hurts

Freedom cannot be found

Flying from the 7th floor

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Do you see me?

Did you really see me

I was hiding in plain sight

Smoke and mirrors in words

Misdirections and deflections

To make you look away

Focus on the distraction

Just enough of the truth

So your disappointment

Didn't break my heart

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay