Wise Being of the Night

The night envelops me like soft snow over a tree branch.

I become invisible to the two-legged creatures –

That’s why I choose to “be” only during the night.

I Prefer…

I prefer a sunrise in the morning

I prefer sunshine to rain

I prefer happy people to sad

I prefer to be happy, myself

I prefer Lincoln’s quote on happiness

instead of Freud’s musings on the blues Continue reading →

I already know! he defiantly says

Filling me with “mother-of-teenager” dread

After one hour of instructed driver’s ed

My boy’s natural coordination goes to his head.

I once flew, before I knew I couldn’t.

Not in a mechanical metal device,

but in my own voluminous state of being.

When I was young, I flittered with gossamer wings

moving the air … and me.

I flew back then, you know.

No one else believes me,

but my memory is clear and concrete. Continue reading →