SEEING EVERYTHING

Oh, to be an owl,
whose wisdom sits
lightly on shoulders
feathered for flight,

who soars at night
on silent wings,
eyes piercing
through moonless, misty skies,

past trees
whose leaves tremble
in silent respect,

oh, to feel
his mantle of wisdom,
his steady strength,
imbuing us with fearless flight,

relieving our burdened spirits,
allowing vision beyond this day,
this way of being,

seeing everything
for what it is,

understanding our place
in this universe, this space
where each breath,
each sigh aligns,

where love and wisdom
still reside.

Art (colored pencil on suede art paper) by my cousin Kathy Garvey Quinn

THAT’S WHAT I THINK WE SHOULD DO

There once was a twisted house,
not lived in by man or by mouse,

some people say,
if you pass by that way,
you’ll question your night
and your day,

what’s up isn’t up,
what’s down isn’t down,
yet the world is still spinning
around and around,

so what shall we do,
when we haven’t a clue,

stick with the things
we know to be true,

like the me that is me,
the you that is you,
and the days when the sky
is bluer than blue.

that’s what I think we should do.

The Twisted House is at the Indianapolis Art Center. It was created by John McNaughton.