Early morning ridge
Fog sits on top rising blue
Sun widening its smile

Count mighty blessings
There is a calm standing still
Promise for you today

It’s Hard
I’m so tired . . . bone tired
Close your eyes to see
Scattered squares in white screens
Passing by so quickly
It’s like a blizzard storm

There is simply nothing there
Except noise and movement
Bomb-blasted, inundated
Onslaught, deluge
Overwhelmed, assaulted

Alarming waves of forever troubles
Things to know
Things to do, things to believe in
Things to morn

Close your eyes to see
Listen to your heart
Silence the world

I’m sitting on my doorstep
Living on a stoop
Looking for anything that’s there