The folly of a young man Lost opportunities, lost moments

 

Our World as seniors

 

Lifes Journey

 

Spaced Out / Inner Space

 

Beginnings. In between. Endings

 

Time and history

                                       Time and history

 

Finally caught up with this hurricane of my passing of time,

time that has given way to moments of contemplation, reflection,

moments of replication that have permeated my hours, days, weeks,

months since that fateful, September day, when I left the land

 

of my wayward youth and headed west as a young - old - man.

That fateful day got me caught up in a thunder storm

that lingers heavily over my head, crashing down, crushing,

doing so until January, when its force unleashes its full furry.

 

Setting off a negative charge, sending its destructive forces

into this journey through what was and the coming of its time.

Time during this period spent in front of my one eyed monster

(( computer monitor )) now lying dormant in the passing of time.

 

Time that allows me spaces to climb upon and ride words,

words that lay upon paper highways leading back into history.

History of Family warriors going back hundreds of years,

history of a cousin {{ E Pauline Johnson }} Tekahionwake .

B. J. “A ” 2

                                        December 28^th,2023

Christmas for Many

           

Christmas for Many

 

Family decorating the walls of my hours,

my space, my memories hoard.

 

These four Beauties are my companions.

They have been with me for every Birthday,

every Christmas, every New Years for over a decade,

filling the empty spaces left by their exotic Angel.

 

This Christmas is no exception as they accompany me

through the declining hours of Christmas Eve

and into the early hours of Christmas Morn .

                   B. J. “A ” 2