Standing at the edge

While doing a "caneless" walk around the block where i lived,
I stopped
and stood
awestruck
at the site of the sunset.
A blood red sun sinking in the west.
wispy, thin, dark blue clounds just above,
too close to earth to reflect the sun,
too thick to let light pass througn,
except as they ended,
in thin dark tendrils that faded to red.
"On the edge of the end of the world",
this is what i felt.
So it has been throughout my many "adventures.
The fortelling of the waves i felt early last fall,
were nothing,
 in compaision to the tsuami i now find my self engulfed in.
How well i relate to those in Japan,
but not in the phyiscal,
rather the emotional...

It is not over yet.

Wakening from winter.



People begin to waken

From their deep winter hibernation.

We begin to see each other, greet one another again.

It was such a difficult winter.

There is still snow,

The mountains reduced to mere hills of dirty cold ice,

But the mornings are crisp,

Not cold.

Reminding us that spring is coming again

I think we are all surprised.

The early spring mornings have brought a change in me,

the other day i drove, not far, but enough.

There is a change in the vision, it is more stable.

There is still miuch too much work to do concerning my mom and much is very, very hard.

The family that are hanging on,

 blocking things that must be done,

because it means she is going. if they get done.

This does not make my "job" easier, but i keep with it.

There will be less work soon and i am not looking forward to that.

For a few days the weather confused me...

The beauty of an early Spring,
was blown away by a blustery wind.
Walking in to work,
the bitter wind coming down the river,
froze me yet again.
So much to do,
so very many things to do...
for a day, i "punted"
and did nothing.
One day for me,
so many other days for others,
of course mostly my mom
and that is okay,
but i do begin to show the stress marks after a bit.
"They" say they understand,
but then go after me like a pack of dogs.
i fight them off.
Thay back off for a while,
but it is clear "they" do not understand.
Some times a malasie stikes me,
and i am powerless.
Sometimes those angry dogs bring a spark back into me,
because i do not back down,
i still know how to fight
and fight i do.
Is this the work of my malady,
with which i have contended so long.
I never give up,
ever.