in my age
i just learned
how good it
feels to wake
up in my
bed so warm
and soft and
inviting some say
it would feel
like the hug
of a mother
but in my
age this is
all i have
created by my
own unsure hand
Resilience
heart of the matter
i love going to the hills
atop Silver Lake
where i can see Hollywood
my home my western shore
my dusty concrete paths
winding with a promise
to all that we are alive
in the City of Illusions
and that life is no illusion after all
paradox is my goddess
and Los Angeles my church
my habit was my pope
and my grit was my curse
perhaps we all strive
to go back home to reconcile
the hemorrhaging broken vein
and that’s all we want
cloudy head
i didn’t always know
that life would be
ok
i was never sure
who would be there
but
my understanding of the
workings of the world
would
arrive some day i
guessed a lot at
seven
so i watched the
war planes fly fast
t.v.
kept my heart curious
about how life could
have
been but didn’t quite
happen that way for
me
but i have ten
fingers and ten toes
i
can still walk and
talk although nonsense it
may
be and i can
laugh and sing off
key
and i can find
those old reels of
the
blitzkriegs and still feel
the sadness for the
world
my head those clouds
i somehow knew well
just
a child i was
lost in the luftwaffe
of
life’s adults who were
possibly less well equipped
than
me a little kid
mastering the power to
heal
words less spoken 