the wee brown bird waits
perched on a branch - head tilted
then the sparrows join

joy, a simple gift -
either given or received
a blessing is shared

I need to go home

not to the place of my birth
but to the ocean 

the earth becomes green
with promises of new life
as old lives slip away

the black hat waited
and the folks strolled right on by
they all passed the hat

the wee brown bird sits
waiting for him to appear
with an early feast






3-4-14

adrift


in this sea of life
the random tides ebb and flow
 - and we bob along