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Why Would I (Poem)
if offered the chance to talk with a god, I would decline
capricous beings, prone to moving in mysterious ways
no mystery really but play to bewilder those who believe
a reality show writ on larger screen with dramatic weather
a distraction for deity and faithful alike
watch and take part if you must keep so busy
meanwhile I have things to do
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Do Not Look For Me (Poem)
once I thought these stories important
wrapped them around me
dazzling jewels a means to hide
now I walk more in silence
trailing memories from my fingers
dry leaves of yesterday turning to dust
soon I will be gone
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Miracle Baby (Poem)
I practiced from the very beginning
machines made me breathe
strangers touched me with love
for my first three months these sustained me
gave me reason to return again and again
I did not know I was not machine
unrelated to the always present gentle hands
I have never forgotten those earliest teachers
and now dying gets easier every time
