What do you do
If your spirits feeling blue?
Grab a jacket, go outside
And don't forget your shoes!
Take a walk, enjoy the sun
And enjoy the breeze
It'll feel like heaven, unlike this hell
Which we're living.

As I looked up,
under the night's blue overhung,
A moonlit hollow.
I could not know what the people were,
nor the things,
That grew within the garden walls.

But I was not saddened,
I was not cold,
Beyond a closed window's glow,
and hearing only the rustling
Of grass in the gutter.

And just like that,
the warm summer nights begin.

The desert's short-lived Spring
mostly undeniable in the cooled evenings.

The palm fronds swaying in a cowardly breeze,
the ruffling of bird feathers, housed in their pine nests.

All to be replaced by the chirping of the crickets,
the shrieking of the cicadas, and the yelling

of cats in heat
of quarreling couples nearing their ends
of babies too feverish to sleep
of lovers exorcising their souls through open windows

for all of the night to hear.

Some may think it odd

                    to see me outside

     dancing around

              with the wind as my guide....

New but old
New feelings
But old friends
New time
Old place
New boat
Old sea
New outside
Old inside
New friends
Old feelings
Old but new

Morning risers
No surprises the days begun
Come freshen your mind
Present yourself and
step outside with sharpened tools
To help the world

When light withdraws
Slow your thoughts
Reflect and heal to
recover from another time