Stealing the Moon

I once thought I could move mountains,
Build castles from local wood,
Communicate with stars at night,
And think they understood.

I visualized walking with lions,
Discovering peace on earth,
The answer to the meaning of life,
And a reason for my own birth.

Oh but that was in my youth,
Old age came all too soon!
I’m forced to abandon future plans
To run away, stealing the moon.

Jonah and the Whale

Gatsby was a little car

Who reflected the golden age,

When F. Scott Fitzgerald made,

Mercedes Gazelles, and the good life

All the rage.

Built by a loving husband,

For a beloved teacher, his wife…

Gatsby drove through decades of parades,

A symbol of celebration, now famous

And larger than life.

Not immune from time and changes,

Gatsby was offered up for sale.

We said goodbye to the owners,

And the little landmark car, now Jonah,

Swallowed by the whale. 

Dedicated to Trudy J. Sundberg

The Vase is Gone

I was 42 when I bought this ruin,

Most friends suggested a torch.

My youthful energy rebuilt two stories,

A deck and a brand new porch.

Eagle screams and howling winds,

Became music to my ears;

Comfy in my house still perched,

On this bluff for a hundred years.

Decades, in a matter of minutes,

Passed by in the length of a song…

The pets, kids, my youth and health,

And the vase on the table are gone.