Rusty Bridge

I step onto an old rusty bridge,
that overlooks a slow flowing creek.
A turtle slides into the water from a nearby rock, 
and disappears beneath the surface.
A snake swims toward the rusty bridge.
Acknowledging my presence, 
its body sinks beneath the water;
while its head remains on the surface, 
observing the observer.
My weight shifts on the old bridge’s wooden planks.
The planks groan beneath my feet, 
and I grip the bridge’s cool, metal railing.
The snake escapes to the edge of the creek;
it slithers into the tall grass that lines the banks.
The grass extends into a lush green meadow.
A beautiful vista unfolds 
from my vantage point atop the rusty bridge.
I watch the butterflies dance 
among the meadow’s wildflowers,
and listen to the distant birdsong 
from the trees that line the meadow.
I lose myself in the surrounding beauty.
As the birdsong fades with the setting sun, 
I reluctantly abandon the old rusty bridge.

If I Lived In The Sea

Introducing my latest interactive children’s book for ages 6-10. If you lived in the sea, what would you be? Select a sea animal and choose your adventure. See you in the sea!

Comfort Zone

Properly positioned in your space,
Safe and secure;
Your comfort zone, my prison.

Avoiding the unexpected,
Appreciating the mundane;
Your quietude, my restlessness.

I expose you to new places,
Exploring uncharted territory.
My excitement, your anxiety.

I introduce you to new people;
Observing different customs;
My fascination, your insecurity.

You acquiesce to the unfamiliar;
Revel in the new experiences.
Our lives, our fortuity.

You become emboldened;
Stretching the limits;
Your heedlessness, my discomfort.

You want more,
Obsessively living on the edge;
Your comfort zone, my departure.

Roller Coaster

So high!
I rise to the top.
I am indestructible.
The view is amazing.
The joy is overwhelming.
Wait!  What’s that?
A precipitous drop.
Okay, I can handle this.
A freefall to the bottom,
My joy left dangling in the air.
I crawl at a snail’s pace,
Until the ride regains its momentum.
I navigate the twists and turns;
Not sure what I may encounter next.
A straight and narrow path comes into view.
Shall I stop the ride now?
Or, shall I rise to the top once again?

Point of View


Standing in my garden,
I can now see the flowers.
My focus has shifted
away from the weeds;
Though, I believe the flowers I now see,
were once the weeds I had so despised.

Resentful Dependency


You sit there and mock me;
Day after day.
Smug with superiority.
Providing support,
I can’t possibly refuse.
I resent you,
Yet I am sick with dependency upon you.
And there I go,
Reaching for you again and again;
As without you I’m essentially blind,
And you illuminate my world;
My second set of eyes.

Larry In The Forest

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Larry doesn’t know
about the forest where he’ll go.
It certainly is a pity 
that he only knows the city.
Maybe you can help him
decide where he should stay. 
In the city of his youth
or in a land [not too] far away.

Silver Lining

It is there.
A faint shimmer,
overpowered by the dark cloud
looming ominously overhead. 
Look hard and you will see it.
The light that exudes promise,
as the dark cloud fades to wisps of gray.

Butterfly Wings

Fine butterfly wings,
Brush lightly upon my skin,
And my soul takes flight.

The Road

Stagnant and idle;
The road beckons;
Move along to places unexplored.
Where shall we go?
It doesn’t matter.
Straining to get a better look in the distance;
Long and sprawling.
A magnetic attraction; pulling and enticing.
What might we encounter?
It doesn’t matter.
A new adventure; 
Manifests itself in each bump of the road.