The Bird gets the Worm

I could be content, if, I allowed myself to be. I could not write lists or set life goals, if I was happy, just Sitting under a big old oak tree. * I could watch the blackbird, (or is it a thrush?) as she Waits, fluffed feathers dripping, watching for the worms to hear thatContinue reading “The Bird gets the Worm”

The Search for Truth (Poem)

The search for Truth We set out together to find it: I, scaled the hill and slid down the mountain; You, soared over the lake and  stalked through the trees. * “I found it!” We both said, Grasping at the shimmering stone  that had clung to the earth,  wiping it clean with a sleeve. *Continue reading “The Search for Truth (Poem)”