
I watch film noir with an admitted addiction. The grainy black and white stillness, the music scores, the cinematography satisfies more than current cinema . The message comes through, live gracious, selfless, forgiving, brave, and passionate? As I feel these thoughts streaming along, the one that stabs like a knife is passion. That visceral sensibility has driven me throughout my life: about men, mystery, adventure, accomplishment, art, music, dancing, unfamiliar places and faces, and cafรฉ society rendezvous. A temporary grasp of glee. And when it ends, it goes like this.ย ย
Unprepared, who knows where
The leaves will fall
They donโt plan
Where to land
Undisclosed strangers will walk in our paths.
Cross our hearts and
Tread on our minds ย
Uncertainly
We traverse our heart’s discourse
Shooting for dreams of undiscovered lands
More weightless plans
I donโt know if I can see ahead
My steps, like pebbles, follow the rush in the river
On the edge of the quiver
Skipping towards freedom
In summer, rays of light
Like a leaf, I break free from the branch,
To land a launch.


