his hometown forest
waits for us with him in it:
the perfect campsite
camping
Day Ten, Road Trip 2016
Day Nine, Road Trip 2016
she may look little
but like me she’s tough as nails
despite your warnings

she knows what she wants–
we drove three thousand miles
to snorkel today

yes, she’ll face high swells
and stay within my arm’s reach
but she won’t give up.

never doubt my girls.
there’s too much of me in them
and we’re warriors.

we pick up lizards
and make millipedes our pets
and chase iguanas

we make our dreams true
with each setting sun, moon rise
–doesn’t matter where.
Day Seven, Road Trip 2016
Day Six, Road Trip 2016
Day Three, Road Trip 2016
midnight thunder struck
after opossums purred by
searching us for peace
these were our night sounds,
cicadas’ long lullaby
and small waves lapping
the rain drove us here
across state lines new to us
with new warning signs
bridge that cut through glass
brought us to the lost city
found again by sun
new sounds now rock us
of saxophones and jazz clubs
that purr by for peace
all in a day’s work:
a touch of nature, people;
all in the journey
Day Two, Road Trip 2016
dawn painted this view
with a crimson feathered brush
shaped from god’s fingers

interrupted drive
on solitary farm roads
brings peace and worry
fresh peaches save us,
and hand picked Texas peanuts–
bag reads: God bless you
red dirt gets seeded
turning desert land to food
to feed our hot drive
at last, a forest:
lodgepole and endless lake
to wash off the dust














































