Musings

As I gaze through this window, A dusky drizzle meets my eyes. A longing for warm sunshine Builds within me as I view the skies. My mind now is soaring Through the wondrous warmth I wish,

And while I coast through the air, An algebra problem I miss. I'd thought I'd heard the roar of thunder As I journeyed through this space. But now I crash-land back to earth. Deep colors fill my face.

I wrote the poem above one dreary day in junior high school way back in the '70s. The picture is me when I was six. You'll find more recent musings in my live journal below. To return Home from this framed page, click here.