the ripples of lake tawakoni

photo by james - flower grown by wife alexandra

daily rising well before dawn 

to light the candles

and sit in meditation 

life might race pass 

but for myself 

I far prefer to walk

*

writing very small poems and listening 

                           to Mozart 

from another room I can hear 

my wife and granddaughter laughing 

                           out loud

*

look in these eyes 

my empty son  

I too 

am as empty as you 

here comes a new wind 

for us to ride

into the dark night

*

talking all night long with my father and his brother

campfire coffee with jack daniels whiskey poured in 

laughing under the texas stars then sleeping at sunrise 

the sunlight shining on the ripples of lake tawakoni 

long long ago

james lee jobe 

some good reading, james lee jobe

grasshopper

be the keeper of the graveyard

when I die 

Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1828

ripple - playing for change

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

Kahlil Gibran

photo by james - flowers grown by wife alexandra

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