1968


So long ago

This dream I am in says I am 4

Impossible

I haven’t even been born

My mother in a hurry

Edgy

Stopping quickly

House I have never seen

Quick knock

Pushing me inside

Go!! he will be fine

Alone now

Me

This lady

Dark paneling

Shag carpet

Cigarette smoke

Cookies baking

Underdog on the tv

Relaxed yet wary

Then as always

In exactly the same spot

I wake up…

Just Here


Just sitting here

Off in space

Contemplating

A complex situation

These spinning grooves

And the grooves they create

Spilling out

Invisible in the air

But not to the ear

Just sitting here

Off in space

Contemplating

In awe

Just trying to comprehend

The genius of Monk when he laid rhythm to silent piano keys…

Beneath The Moon


Beneath the moon each misty night
I see your shadow
I hear your cries

Looking skyward
You dream
Wishing upon each and every star

From dusk until dawns first light
You sit quietly alone beneath the moons silvery glow

A beauty in white
Hands clasped
Wings folded
Sobbing
Cursing every wretched turn in life

Beneath the moon each misty night

I see

I hear

I pray

I sit right beside you

Yet so far away you never even know I am there…