mini PAD 10

 

Frothy ocean edge

Wriggling snake-like on the sand

Tickling our bare toes

Blank but blank PAD 9

 

Adventurous But Cautions

 

I approach adventures thinking

the guides don’t want me to die

any more than I do.

I need to be relatively assured

that though I may be testing my limits

that it won’t be my last hurrah.

I depend on someone

who knows what they’re doing,

rather than my own skills.

And with a prayer

I take the leap,

brave the waves,

explore the depths

climb the heights

hike the trails

and be thankful

when things go well,

and I have a blast,

stretch and grow

and am ready

for another challenge.

paranoid PAD 8

 

Askew

 

So many things on which to stew.

There’s much today to misconstrue.

Perspectives tilt slightly askew.

I often feel a bit annoyed

With folks that are so paranoid.

I guess it’s how they fill the void.

They need someone like Dr. Freud.

By fearmongers they are employed.

They’re sounding like a bad tabloid.

Looks like they’re ones I should avoid,

But that may show their fears are true.

I’ll pray for them, that’s what I’ll do.

And leave them to their point of view.

dawn PAD7

 

Dawn

 

Dark and quiet

Tap, tap, tap

Laptop keys

Upon my lap

 

Look for words

That paint and rhyme.

This is how

I spend my time.

 

Early morning

Wake up call.

Winter, spring,

Summer, fall.

 

Darkness waits

For the sun.

What’s today?

A lot of fun?

 

Maybe so.

To work I go.

water PAD 6

 

We Pray for Rain

 

In the southwest, there’s little rain.

Blue skies and pleasant days refrain,

But when it rains, we don’t complain,

Without a doubt.

In summer, when the fires reign,  

It puts them out.

Safety PAD 5

 

Ropes Course

 

I was glad

for the training

and for being strung up

like a marionette

when the rope

I walked on

swayed uncontrollably,

throwing me off,

and I dangled

among green pines

thirty feet above

the forest floor.

Prayer is like that,

a tether to the unmovable

so when you slip

you don’t slam

to the ground.

Friends PAD 4

 

Friends Indeed

 

At times,

Friendships

Are born from need

 

The hen

That gets pecked to bleeding

By other hens

 

The puzzle piece

That seems to belong

To another puzzle

 

The wounded

Requiring crutches,

Bandages or surgery

 

The towel

That’s been through the ringer

Who needs sunshine and fluffing up

 

The summer storm

Blowing through

Searching for calm

 

The raging river friend

who sucks you in

to all of their busyness

 

Then there are friends

Who only bring a smile

The ones you aspire to be

 

They’re all friends.

But the latter—lilac fragrance

on a spring breeze