ping ping
wobble wobble
looks up
and tumbles

ping ping
chirp chirp
stumbling on
it’s little feet

ping ping
up up
find the strength
to try again

ping ping
a sight to see
crooked head,
clumsy feet

ping ping
splish splash
simply happy
making us laugh

ping ping
lost and found
giving us joy
to have around

My parents found this little duck that must have been attacked by an animal.  It’s head was hurt and it could barely move.  It’s mother was gone and it was all alone.  My parents are taking care of it until it is strong enough to be let go in a pond.  They named the duckling Ping because of the children’s story.


love daze

brilliance shines
my eyes
the hot air
the fog
these summer days
laughing away
I want
the world
to stop.
seconds of silence
I get lost
in time
I watch
your mouth move-
the clocks
stop ticking
the phones –
stop ringing
the digital circus-
like dancing clowns-
stops controlling
our minds
and it fades
into a beautiful
backdrop of color

the therapy of trees

steady winds find a way to my fingertips
lead me through this curtain of trees
surely satisfying my longing
for sunlight to
faster now, I want to catch the breeze
use it for my speed
my feet pound the earth with my breath
like they were meant to be nowhere else
my heart beats with the fluttering of the leaves
my face is flushed with enchanting sanity-
the land has everything that I need
the roots of the earth surge through my body
sending strength into my veins
this is the only place that heals me-
the deepness of the art of the forest


whitegirl raised in a white world
born to white parents, their bibles in hand
she stayed on the track they had planned
she was their baby, their puppet on strings,
both very careful not to expose her wings
they handed her a list of identified sins
covered her eyes to sights that made them cringe

whitegirl unsatisfied in her white world,
she decided not to dress up one day..
didn’t take the lead role in their play
she saw a glimpse of herself in the mirror
and without hesitation she stood and peered
secretly at first she hid it so well
the flare of an un-identified self

whitegirl then freed herself from their world
she ran out the door as fast as she could
following a mind that was misunderstood
finally free to expose the beauty in her
she fell in love with a whole new culture
skin colors on faces
all different races
artistic languages
intriguing strangers

whitegirl’s life would never be the same
she started identifying herself with a whole new name
she couldn’t stop wanting to see, hear, taste, feel—
surprised by the intricate appeal
in this girl revealed an uninhibited peace
an individual set of values and beliefs

whitegirl went back to her starch white world
she embraced herself in front of the crowd
looked at the horizon, stayed proud—
she explained to them how she broke down their walls
her need for her own ability to fall
colorless skin now spray-painted girl
she had fallen in love with a spray-painted world

tuning in

when the World is out of rhythm
she can not hear the beat
hearts lost on lonely streets
chasing after reason
she can’t catch up
to the aching soles of their feet

when the sounds don’t sound as sweet
the tone is dripping with melancholy
she hears everything she doesn’t believe

when their eyes look in the distance
out of focus, out of words
out of time to create a melody
not where they need to be

when the pages are played out of sync
out of blood and tears and debt
misconceptions of peace

when her dreams start to fade
feels her soul start flickering
she hears a song
and the birds distract the patterns of people
and the trees start to sway
the drummer walks his own way
a simple song changes her day