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 café society rendezvous. A temporary grasp of glee. And when it ends, it goes like this.  

Unprepared, who knows where
The leaves will fall
They don’t plan
Where to land

Undisclosed strangers will walk in our paths.
Cross our hearts and
Tread on our minds  

Uncertainly
We traverse our heart’s discourse
Shooting for dreams of undiscovered lands
More weightless plans
I don’t 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.