This constant tug of war will give way
to one side or another when the day is over.
The push and pull, compels me to sway,
back and forth in an era of uncertainty.

Once, upon the shores of this country,
did I stand in bold proclamation, hope
for the huddled masses, seeking solace,
countless gathered from overseas.

Now, as far as my eyes can see,
and as bright as my torch reveals,
I search for an inkling of the truth,
for which I stand upon this harbor.

Amber waves of grain cannot conceal,

the discontent across the land;

nor, can the majestic mountain ranges

inspire my children’s hearts to sing.

Instead, the voices of the populace

rise up in protest on the right and left;

a people, divided, falling prey to unity,

akin to tyranny on the horizon.

Floating Images

Pastel fluffy clouds,

as I drive westward in flight;

eagle captures sight.

If painted by an Ukiyoe artist,

the sky would appear to be closer,

to my recollection, than any words

that I may have to offer.

As if lifted upon eagle’s wings,

spring breeze soars through open windows.

My car slows down upon arrival;

the San Franciso Peaks tower majestically,

over this blessed day, replete with snowcaps.

Never before, have I had this sense of freedom; having left everything behind me, the new horizon seems endless. I digress, for this is but a moment in time, captured by the pen; yet, the actuality lives on. Having received a perpetual blessing, it seemed at the time; now, I realize that while memories like this never seem to fade, time continues to take its toll on my life. Still, nearby the peaks, sheltering in place, daily blessings are renewed like the cycle of the sunset and sunrise.