When did the window say yes to the light
and the door that was closed open wide?
Why do the sighs that wake me at night
bring memories in with the tide?
I wish I could walk without fearing,
and learn to love without fail,
I wish all birds were immortal,
that I could ride the wind like a sail,
There are times when I think I’m doing okay
there are times when I think that I’m not
Would that I be more stable– able
always to welcome my lot.
The Poetry Of 
April 10th, 2023 at 2:32 pm
Ditty is trying, but can’t contain this. The deep and beautiful overflows its edges.
April 11th, 2023 at 3:34 pm
Ah — it’s all in your powers of beholding Ricardo. Beauty is in the eye of the etc…