Friday, February 10, 2012

Rina Rose


Not the best of times
Even experiencing pain
I don’t fear the reaper
learning to appreciate its disappearance
When my body warms
I am rockin’ down the highway

Each day after the sun rises
I complete yesterday’s unfinished tasks
– a promised land of goals and deadlines–
Where will I be at day’s end?

Breaking through morning’s cerebral fog
a Black Water
challenging wisdom and concentration
I work clearing uncooperative mental pathways

Sometimes there is no easy livin’
nevertheless tranquil intervals
allow an unworried walk through tempests

If dawn does not bring the sun
If black clouds fill the sky
If everything I know fails
I hope you dance with me
anticipating veiled miracles