Plan B

Our trip took many

Twists and turns before

We even left.

And yet, plan B turned out

To be such a blessing of

Unplanned adventure,

In between quiet moments and

Urban wine trails.

Truths revealed themselves

With grace and honesty

In the compassionate embrace

Of soul-deep friendship

That blossomed in the beauty

Of the Santa Barbara sun.


Bags and Backpacks


Their bags and backpacks

Stand ready to go

As they grab their last night’s

Sleep at home for three days.

Where their adventure takes them

Only the bags and backpacks will know.

I did not check them

Since they are of the age to make

Such decisions.

Sadness will surely strike in the morn

When the buses arrive

To take them on this journey

Of theirs.

I wish them well and whisper

Sweet love to the

Bags and backpacks that will be

Where I cannot.

Grand Canyon

My first vision
Of you was unexpected.
Cloaked in white fog
I could not see you
In all your glory.
I could not witness
The nooks and crannies
Of your grandness
Among all canyons.
But knowing you
Were there all along
Seduced me.
Made me long for
Something more.
I could imagine you
In my mind but
Could not see
Further than my hand
At arm’s length.
I waited for daybreak
To see the sun glisten
Upon you.
It took my breath
Away as I could gaze
Into your world
And find one of nature’s
Wonders right in
Front of me.
The site was miraculous,
Almost surreal in
The various layers
Of purple, blue, and brown.
Had I not waited for
the unveiling
I might have missed
The chance to appreciate you
All the more.