Figuring Out Life While Aging
The glittering lake mirrors
the sun that faded
your young grin.
Is this peace or loss,
or simply the sun’s rotations
announcing changes?
The world’s surface shifts -
a kaleidoscope of constantly
burying and emerging stillnesses -
Glittering and storming times,
dark and morning lights,
red pains and quiet waves.
We wade watching
the swimming others
until we, too, drown.
There’s peace during and after
our time clasping hands
too tightly and not tightly enough.
When the earliest light
touches my face,
I wake
to black pine branches against
the palest, palest grey-blue.
Morning has come
and I am called to rise and
find my way
in this always losing
and receiving world.
By the light of my digital devices,
I wander in darkened rooms.
This world is too much with me,
early and late:
I twist and turn, whirling.
I go to the lake
with its hint of wilderness.
Despite landscaped edges,
the lake shifts and breathes:
womb of potent Mystery:
Stillness in sunshine,
quiet under clouds,
watchfulness in wind,
release in rain:
Peace, - I settle and ease.
Credo 2
I have lived long enough
to understand
I will die;
I choose
to delight
in moments
of bright joy.
In the early morning light
I surrender
to the glory of June.
In the morning breeze
branches move and sway
while their shadows
dance
in the sunlight.
In the quiet of solitude
I am
alive.
By the midnight fluorescent flickering I wander bemusedly searching for a meaningful question in this empty time. The rain sweet breeze blows in the open window and, as I breath, my heart loosens, throbs, hesitates, yearning to warm and accept the dark otherness with its questions without answers. I am pulled to the dark lake And the windblown moment: And now is enough.
Learning Living 