My heart does not agree
It breaks at what has been shown
There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind. – Mr. Fred Rogers
My heart does not agree
It breaks at what has been shown
Sometimes you’re the bug and other times you’re the windshield
Smoke rolls from Embers
into the light
Ears twitch at each sound
Nose points up
Smells all around
Through the timber
and across the lake
Haunting loon cries call
ravens begin to echo warn
I want to be deafened by touch
Sensing only running chills
“Who is that old man in the mirror?” dad asked as he looked up with a crooked half smile.
Where do you place broken pieces of color?
I suppose I will one day display them with pride
until then I’ll hide them
beneath my mosaic collar
Aroma flutters among dreams
Enjoying together, alone
soothing words of comfort
a fast beating heart
slowly connects
rhythms of two
become one pulse