4/27

Habits, ritual, wanted or not, do so compel us.
So, on evenings possible I do walk with wine
Watching the sunset.


Walk along a grassy path which twines to a
Simple center, which allows in time of steps
A quiet contemplation.


Though this soft beauty does extend comfort,
I miss you no less, however remembrances
May give guidance,


Give hope I may finally find a path through
What we had to what I need. Meanwhile, 7:44
It is sunset.

4/26

Drove late into the night, haggard from too much time
Alone and moving. Woke to catch a ferry home.
Hoping for home.


The boat swings softly side to side, humming,
As gulls laugh and dolphins break the waves, lovely
Sleek dark forms.


I am alone in this swaying place under graying skies,
Salted wind on skin, chatting with strangers. You, dearest,
Would've been seasick.

4/25

Honestly, thought I would be loved, cherished long.
Fool me. Now only another alone, special to none,
Wishing for more.


It hurts, it does, this day, for myself, 
my mother, my aunt, burying her husband,
learning this life.

4/23

Late night in a hotel on the jersey shore 
With a friend, dear since childhood, 
Hearing the surf,


Pounding through the space the soul 
In a sound I belive has ever wound  
Through this heart

4/22

I have had weeks of painting friends here with me, I am
Heartfelt with their presences in my life, for this time spent
Working together.


I hold these hours like pearls strung through memory
They lift through the hours, days of sharing, the weft, warp
Of life lived.

4/16

It does yet surprise me how time collapses leaving one alone
Along barren strands that once were filled with us. This
Is not easy.

4/11

This week a kind friend stays with me while she attends
A workshop and attends the times between she and me.
A sweet gift.

4/9

Sitting on your bench is my time to rest with thoughts of you,

While watching as a cloud ridden sky finally blazes into

A glorious sunset.

4/8

This morning I left for a long drive home from visiting

Friends, welcomed to spend this holiday with them

Sitting in the sun.

Home in time to welcome another friend.

My dogs and I do like to have company spend

Time with us.

4/6

A day spent outside working this yard of ours,

The hay guy will do the fields again this year,

That is good.

4/2

Labyrinth is mowed again, a good task finished.

The crisp air filled with honking geese couples,

Rarely a single.

Is the nature of geese, yet on occasion three wing by

Their voices chattering across the marshes as

I sit listening,

Thinking of plants to put along this path,

To entice the eye, sooth the soul, glad to have back

My widow walk.

4/1

A friend relates an experience, out of body.

These usually irk me, hearing how another so

Deftly sidesteps death,

Always implying their honored soul had a choice.

She allowed not, was not death she felt but off path,

So sent back.

This inadvertent knocking on death's door,

and being told "Not yet", this I can wrap

My mind around.