The Wolves

all around
invisible to
the naked eye
the knowledge
of their close
distance
to her
brings
a sense of
protection
that would
have otherwise
been missing
as she
wanders
the city
with no
lights
alone

I Saw New York

Central Park and the Brooklyn Bridge
down below to the east

I smiled, seeing a dream pass by
a reminder of what could be

The poems not yet written and photographs
awaiting to be captured waved from below

Silently I said a prayer for New York
from the clouds above

It's so close I could see it but had
no way of grasping the Big Apple

My phone couldn't see the sight
when I tried to take it

Holding the moment close to my chest
I grabbed my notebook to write this note

It captures my feelings better
than a blurry photo

I'll see you up close again
someday New York 

The Way Life Should Be

The orange sun rose early,
awaking my awaiting mind.

This day began too soon,
sooner than it should have.

My conscious thought goes
through ideas already thought of.

Stories, scenes, and situations
that remain only in my reality.

★

A lune call echoes through the air

it signals a message no human

understand but finds the sound beautiful.

For a loon call inspires

music that has been heard

poems that have been written.

It's sound is like no other

a song no voice can sing.

★

The waves wrinkled

the sand beneath the sea.

It felt like grooves constantly shaping

itself underneath my sandy feet.

Afternoon clouds roll over the water

as I hide beneath a striped towel.

Freedom

run fast into paradise

fly through long grass fields

feel the summer wind fill your lungs

watch the sky unmask the stars

be infinite

if for only a moment

★

fly bird fly!

spread your wings

find beautiful things

take that leap

have fearless faith

you'll catch wind

it's not ending

only the beginning

the next chapter

one of many

you will write

after taking flight