Reservations

I can’t walk the beach in my front yard,

Or pick fruit from my trees,

It seems I’m not allowed deep breaths,

In the abundant, cool sea breeze.

I walked the dog until he died,

Then I could walk no more…

Now from my window, I observe,

Strangers walking on my shore.

I want to scream, “Get out of here”!

Yet I’m mute with hesitation…

I am old now and invisible;

Life’s cancelled my reservation.

The weeds have covered walkways,

Where surprise guests would appear…

Now I wonder in my silent room,

Does anyone know I’m here?

Humans are Just Like Chickens

We accessorize our bodies,
With colorful diamonds and rings.

Humans are just like chickens;

They peck at the sparkly things.

We overlook a bite of grain,

For a single flake of glitter. 

Our “Must have, in vogue” trinkets

Drown us in selfish litter.

Jump !

The taunting voices all screaming, “Jump”!

I was trembling on the rocky ledge…

Gathering courage for my first lake dive,

I trusted fate and stepped off the edge.

Fifty years later I’m haunted,

By the same screaming voices back then…

I lie in bed growing older,

Hearing their screams, “Jump!”, again.