Poems

The way to wander.


Silently sitting
listening to the little sounds
that make a pulse.
It’s alive!

Pathways into pathways
never in a hurry
always unquenchingly curious.
Wondering about wondering.

Who looks out those eyes
and what do they see?
Gazing like starlight
touching the moon.

Walk softly with me
speak no words.
Hold my hand
hear the salve
in silent communication.