Standing in the Backyard of Childhood

The dirt.

The stars.

Nearing midnight in late summer.

A glimpse, fleeting thought, of that person I was.

Standing on the patio lost in the sky, wondering what else is there.

Feeling I did not fit here, did not belong, hoping there is a home out there, beyond the stars.

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Poem – Are They Watching?

From that white pinpoint in the evening sky –

I wonder what they are thinking,
and I wonder are they watching?

Our future plans take humanity further from earth
searching for aliens and distant planets,

a search for another home, perhaps,
or are we looking for ourselves?

In the endless pursuit beyond here,
are they watching us and waiting?

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** From the series “The Integration”

Poem – Wonder

Steeped in the still black waters
I see the white petals fall from
the empty sky and I wonder with
amazement, where do they come from?

On my knees I pray not to a named deity
but to the infinite canvas filled
with stars and planets and know there
must be a reason and wonder what is my purpose.

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