Breath

Whenever he is around these sprouts of life,

Who bless him with air,

He realizes the pause between

Each Breath.

And the uncertainty of his next.

When it comes,

The welcoming enticement of death

Is gently released

And travels to the next warmth,

Until she finds one who is ready to live.

Naturaleza

Naturaleza es muy bonita...

Especially in the heart of Pennsylvania (Penn's Woods).

My eyes feel heavy,

Weighted down with the pure courage

Of every firm tree,

Survived by decadences of the mother's gripe;

Of every blade of grass,

Dancing in the pastel light of the ailing sun;

Of every foot-made pathway,

Treaded on by the flesh of those searching for the mystery of god.

I choose nature.

Not because she is deflowered by regurgitating realists,

Nor due to the privilege that I am given

When weaving around the bases of her sinewy mountains.

But nature and me, we go way back.

In the beginning was life, and it was good.