The Saddest Thing.

I love, love, love sitting around with my greatest friends talking about everything from sex to the real presence of Christ in the Eucharist. Or, gathering together to make art out of magazine pictures and sharing a box of Franzia. We do homework (yes Mom I do actually do homework), listen to Lauryn Hill, and read poetry. We lay on the roof and look at the stars and the trees. We laugh, we cry, we sing, and we love. But it won't last forever.

Hammock Recollections.

My cares do drop like acorns
from that big Oak Tree
beside the porch.
Sitting on the roof
hearing leaves sing classy jazz
while sunlight pirouettes
on the branches,
my head rests on a pillow of resolve
as the breeze blows
my future ever closer.
I sip wine as pipe smoke
carries my prayer
to heaven.

Glory be.

Amen.