Losing pages dog-eared as my life like chapter timesRead my path like a book left fading on a pale benchWhen … More
Category: Aging
The Circle
We all face each otherThe sun going downNot as wide a circle as it used to beNowadays a bit windedThe … More
To Books Never Read
The shelves, like his mind, are stuffed with booksAnd there are piles of them, neatly stackedOn tables throughout the houseMore … More
Life Masks
In art class we memorialized ourselves making plaster face castsA time stamp to last over all our years to comeOur … More
A Family Tradition
I remember, nearing the endBefore dementia overwhelmed himThe first thing every morningMy father read the newspaperTurning more and more oftenTo … More
The Years
Time creeps, time runsSometimes bothSometimes only oneIt moves along at any rate When you near the finish lineWill you show … More
Until Then
When I do something now that I did 40 years agoWith the same ease as back then, I’m sometimes amazed … More
From Soup
It hardly came as a shock. Responding to the doorbell, Lucy opened to front door and found another box from Amazon. She … More
Hum
I pass my hands over you in rhythmFigure 8s I gently rock to summon energyInfuse you with the lifeWhile outside … More
Man on Wire
In the dream that woke me up todayI’m walking somewhere in the vicinity of disasterMy old friend from the black … More
This Unknown Way
I glance behind sensing that I’ll seeIt’s only myself standing behind me I wonder why I should trust youNot knowing … More
About You
Of course it must be “you” Even though I think of your ashes As a collection of what you were … More
Rise
Legs crossed, they sat bent over the creaking teak table, the top worn from years of scrubbing. The fare was simple, … More
Paths
— one more for Willie Nelson I remember like the hovering of birdsHow they settled on the water and we … More
In the Next
I appreciated the raise you encouraged me to ask forEuphoric like hopscotching over an imaginary lineSensing the end of some … More
One Way of Looking
This morning while I was working in the yardI looked up and saw a mynah birdPerched on a limb of … More
Life from Death
I find these bodies often in the yardRaking, I’ll come across a nestAnd lying nearby, a baby, featherlessBrought down by … More
Last Flight
Birds have that gift of flightTheir lives so simple seemingEating and sleepingBusy nest buildersTrue, they have predatorsFrom which we couldn’t … More
The Friendly Stranger in the 1974 Black Mercury Marquis
When he stepped out of his carI stood still in Mānoa Shopping CenterI thought he was Tom SelleckBut on second … More
The Lessoning of You Knew Who
So little of you, you now knowing downLife teaching you smaller bits of selfA growing descentCertainty slides into mysteryNot doubt, … More
