Heath

I walked on Hempstead Heath

imagining my father's forbears there

how did they dress?

did they sing? have curly hair?



I found FitzHugh's sarcophagus

high on the heaths of England

practically on the Borders of Scotland

my maternal ancestral home

Where did they bathe?

Is this where my fear comes from?

audacious questions
for a fourth generation Buckeye

Hearty Stew

Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow
softer in the broth

Warm, moist, salty stew
is heaven in my mouth

Heats my heart with mother love
- though mother is a decade dead

Stick-to-your-ribs laughter
rings in my memory and carries me into the afternoon

Heart

My heart beats faster

and faster and faster

until I can hardly breathe



I sleep sitting in a chair

at ten in the morning



Tickling butterflies don't hurt

or do they?

Hope

Tis the season of hope

Kids hope for what they want

Merchants hope that sales will be up

I hope it will all be over soon

Salt Air

Breathing Spirit

Sweeping Care


Plainsong of seagull

pulling me from my

old self

from myself



Return to ruach

the wind

the air

Return to Spirit


and return
again...

re turn



As the sun slides down

chill, wet, wind

I head toward home



going home with God