Big C On Death’s Creek Healing

We live on Death’s Creek
where folks get sick. Should we leave?
Or work to heal it?

Earth Grounding Deep On Aged Limestone: Haiku

My feet rest cool on
limestone, miles deep, eons old.

I think I’m grounded.

My feet rest on stone,

miles deep, millions of years old.

I think I’m grounded.

I’ve been long away,
but today I stepped outside,
connecting inside.

No inventory
of where you’ve been, what you’ve done?
You’ll soon go nowhere.

With no direction/
towards perfection, I just/
stumble and bumble.

We were asked if we/
would have come that Holy Night.
Answer: We were there!

So many of my/
best memories feature you./
I wish to make more.

When you write about/
feeling bad, you miss feeling/
all God’s joy and peace.

It’s easy to get/
insulted. You just decide/
that you want to be.

Women stand in my
past and now, witness to my
dumb interference.