Poetry ~ Does this really Matter?

Your point of power is in the present moment.”

The Speakers
It's silly, really
the way I scribbled
the words on my wrist
in permanent black marker

"Does this really matter?" it asks
"Nope," comes my reply

yet, all day
everyday
my mind wanders off
into dark corners,
whining, whimpering
"Woe is me!"


a quick flash of my wrist
and the light comes on

stay focused on
what really matters!

what matters is simple
right here, right now

this moment

if you don't like
the present moment
change it,

if you can,
or practice the
art of acceptance

Poetry ~ Journey to the Mountain

I saw you on the mountain waving your arms at me,
not asking to be saved, rather rejoicing in being free.

You turned and gestured for me to follow, over the ridge and beyond.
I hesitated and didn’t take the step and suddenly you’re gone.

Now when I look upon that mountain, where you waved and drew my eye,
I realize you weren’t calling me home, you just came to say goodbye.

But someday I’ll take that journey, climbing high upon the ridge,
and join you on the mountain to say farewell to a life well lived.

Post Script: This poem in honor of my Bubba Todd and hiking buddy. Meet ya on the mountain brother!