Day: October 15, 2020

I saw her in church resembling

a queen with a glittering crown.

Oh!  I could love that lady; I wonder

if she could call me her own?

She glittered like stars in the night,

A soft enchanting light.  I thought

and finally wrote her a note:  “On

the ocean, with you, I could float.”

She shook her head; it was not to be.

Her plans were cemented

and didn’t include me.  I felt bad;

had given it my best

now I would lay down my

head and give it a rest

my mind wandered; asked

what could have been?

My fluttering stopped

I reconciled to what is

There would be no walking

through grains of sand; through

streams of water with feelings so grand

If I did take that walk it would be alone

I then viewed an eagle almost full grown

Whose everyday existence was different,

but this is the way of nature

thinking of myself—

I must be more mature

I saw a stick in the sand—

crooked and long

Looked at all the twists and turns

Still it was smooth like the skin of a baby

Variation is an important part of life

There are a lot of yes, no’s and maybe’s

That is life in a nutshell;

so clear to understand

Everything doesn’t go

by design on this land

So we float, bob and weave

and we pay the rent

I was changed by meditation;

By a magic current

Stanski

October 14, 2020 ^