POEM - STAIRS

In this chapel

I descend to the crypt

searching the darkness

amongst broken idols

Without asking

I made the offering

It did not measure

so I left it on the altar

There is no tomb

for me

mine

is not in this place

The webs and dust

drift in my wake

the steps 

providing the passage

THE CIRCLE

as I drifted

hearing the leftovers

of the party

soft sheets

could not soothe to sleep

not invited

I wandered

who enjoyed

the laughter and

fraternity shared

the crowded streets

the horns of traffic

the sirens warned

as spring left

later than when

author's note:

Yes "wandered" not "wondered" both have a bit of loss, and searching: one physically the other mindfully. The stanza contains both.

The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company [Official Music Video]

Quatuor Ebène and Gautier Capuçon record Schubert's String Quintet D956

Gautier Capucon is my favorite cellist.

Mark Wilkinson - Everything To Me

POEM - Holding On

HOLDING ON

I see you smiling
Standing in the garden
I knew I'd loved you all my life

Lying on the lawn
When we touched
I came alive

We took the chance
It was you and me
But, time ran out

Now, there are things
I can't give away
The hurt will always stay

Life is harder
I need someone by my side
So why are you just standing there

Through the veil
Standing in the garden
I hold on


(Thanks Reuben Bidez for helping me transition. We are always the sum of our lives. I bring to my future, my past.)

Hike - May 11, 2018

Beau and my hike started at Charcoal Hearth and looped to Thaddeus Stevens Trail.  We found a quiet picnic spot for our lunch and water.  After lunch we walked down to the stream. We drove back to Frederick taking the back roads first to Waynesboro, Pennsylvania, and then to Emmitsburg, Maryland and on to home.