Every morning,

New mountains appear,

Inviting me to climb. ...

Growing up,

My father often said,

“Stand tall, be strong.” ...

Overnight sleeper trains,

Are simply magical.

Perhaps because, ...

I’ve learned,

To feel the pain,

When it arrives. ...

On a warm July day,

With gentle premonition,

She cast her shadow on me. ...

When life,

Doesn’t make sense,

I look to the heavens, ...

Borders are now,

An obsolete artifact,

In my mind. ...

When I lose myself,

Amidst the colors,

Of an early sunrise, ...

On rare occasions,

Life signs clearly point,

To where I need to go. ...

Curvy roads,

Remind me to look back,

And appreciate the turns, ...

Growing up,

I disliked my hair.

It was curly, ...

Some roads in life,

Appear unexpectedly,

Beckoning enticingly. ...

I often visit the past.

It is a safe haven,

Brings with it smiles, ...

The years come and go.

Memories arrive to stay,

Yet with time fade. ...

Growing up,

I may have thought,

Shrubs bear signs. ...

No matter what type of wall,

I built around my heart,

It was impossible to hide, ...

In younger days,

To travel was a treat.

Now it is the calm, ...

Normal,

Is being different.

Like trees, ...

Beyond a measure,

Of any doubt,

There now exists evidence, ...

Fly,

Eat,

Sleep, ...