Ruby reds, sapphire blues,

Emerald greens among other hues.

I don’t know which is my favorite,

How about you?

Isn’t it funny, as children we pick

Some of our favorite things…

Some of these change,

while others follow us through.

I have hated and loved tomatoes,

But can rarely go without ketchup,

Yes even on eggs or Mac-n-cheese…

I know, I know, that’s weird.

I’ve loved writing as a kid,

then hated it as I grew

when it became something I had to do.

I’m back to enjoying it now, thank you.

Seriously, you know who you are,

Thank you.

I still like to watch birds and other creatures

Who fly high into the clouds.

I thought I might be an ornithologist,

But another calling called,

Then lost me somehow.

So on I go babbling,

This stream catching my thoughts,

swinging my legs from this hammock,

Looking for peace that can’t be bought.

The sun is setting, the evening is cooling.

The sky is getting dim.

I guess it’s time for me to head in.

Happy weekend to all;

And may you find your dreams within.

Ages had passed since any human had seen Earth, but this one place stood out when peering down from the heavens. The shuttle landed in a vast fields of flowers in a clearing beside the majestic mountains.

The pilot and her crewman stepped out and extended their arms. Scanners glowed from their wrists.

“Riggs, we picked up the signal from this clearing. It must be here,” the pilot stressed each syllable.

Jon looked over at her. She had no idea how the sun looked against her normally brown hair. Streaks of auburn glistened. He caught himself before getting too lost. “Yes, ma’am. We will find it. Do you want me to scan over there Captain Wynn?”

“We’re off ship. Call me Mikaela. And yes. I’ll head over here,” Mikaela nodded her head, motioning to the opposite direction. She knew dropping decorum could be revealing, but she felt it was time.

They continued to scan the field. Jon made his way to the edge, but his scanner didn’t pick up anything. He turned when he heard a jubilant yell from behind.

“I think I found it. It’s over here!” Mikaela hollered across the field. She stood among some tulips, a rare find among this rare field of flowers.

Jon made his way though the waist deep field full of mountain jasmine. A heady fragrance filled the air. As he approached, the floral varieties changed. “It’s as if this were once a botanical garden,” he observed as he approached Mikaela. Then he stopped in his tracks. He made out a familiar shape from the tulips surrounding Mikaela. “Don’t move! No danger, but I have to capture this!”

Jon deployed a small drone to the air. It captured images and video of the ground below. He watched from a small monitor on his wrist.

If they weren’t on a scientific mission, he would get lost in the beauty of it all. Mikaela stood at the bottom point of a red heart shaped grove of red variegated tulips. It was amazing to see.

Jon recalled the drone and walked along the edge of the tulips. As he approached Mikaela, he inquired, “What did you find?”

Mikaela bent down and softly rubbed away the dirt and grass covering a marble monument with a metal plate. On it, it said:

Never to be lost. Never to be forgotten. Long after life has passed away, true love will always remain. Love will always bloom.

Mikaela looked up at Jon, a lone tear rolling down her cheek and a trembling smile. Jon looked at her with a different smile. Now, he knew.

This unfinished thread, left dangling.

One day, we’ll pick it up again,

Pull it tight, pull each other closer,

But for now it floats in the breeze,

Gentle and light, knowing it’s okay.

It is just within our reach for when,

But we wait for when the other is ready.

Sometimes things just float along,

And we just glide along with them

Waiting for the winds to change,

Sometimes growing restless,

Not knowing why it is this way,

But we wait for a time to pull again.

As the waning moon rises in the East,

I take awe in its three-dimensionality.

Tonight, it is bright and clear

As I take my passenger home.

Then I find slumber in a familiar room.

This room catapults me back to childhood.

From here though, I no longer see the moon.

I find both peace and angst here,

Knowing life is changing before my eyes.

The toll of this past week was high,

Although my own stakes were not impeded.

But the love of family and the realizations…

Of how much my family has changed,

It tears my heart out knowing I can do…

Nothing.

So I try to have jokes to make them laugh,

Redirect when things are getting too heavy,

And just help, even if that means only

holding a hand of someone facing the worst,

Hugging the shoulders of someone forgetful,

Or guiding someone through complexity

She once helped me navigate herself.

Now details matter more than ever,

Like…the scars on the moon’s surface,

The glow it casts below,

it’s pull on the waters,

Ever changing.

As I sit here looking into the distance,

A beautiful sight catches my eyes.

Among the vulture circling the barren forest,

A large red-tailed hawk zooms by,

He soars through the sky with purpose,

His wings strong in the wind currents,

And steady as the clouds part ways,

Showing off his feathers against blue sky.

I stop, and I breathe, lost in the moment.

Thump thump thump goes my heart

Thud thud thud goes my heels

It’s been long since I’d seen a treadmill,

But outside walking here not advisable

So I stare at a television on the wall,

This is tougher than pounding the pavement

And so much more boring, but

I need to get rid of some stress and so I go

A few minutes more, then that’s it.

Bed calls, it’s been a long day.

Hammers hammer away behind my eyes,

Sweat pours from my temples,

and my hair curls and sticks to my scalp.

Keeping calm as the family drama unfolds.

Breathing in this mask for hours on end,

I just want to go outside and rip it off,

Feel the cool air on my face,

Look to the sky and with the clouds, cry.