Our anniversary picnic!

Sara and I went out for our anniversary on July 26. We drove into Iowa and headed for an afternoon at a winery. On our way we stopped and had a picnic in a small field. We had ski cheese, avocado, Jimmy John’s bread, and tuna. We polished it off with some sparkling grape juice. It was an awesome picnic and a great way to celebrate our event.

I feel like summer is already threatening to leave us. I actually prefer fall, but I still find it hard to watch such a great summer go by. Such is the way of life, I guess. Enjoy the seasons and then wave as they pass you by.

Carry you.

An ocean I may be,

swelling and rolling against shores
and lands far away
calm in some lands
outraged in others
but I carry you
to cities and forests
mountains and deserts
and I will carry you
until the last drop evaporates
and all of me that remains
is salt and dust.

A New Perspective

Isn’t it amazing that we should believe something our entire lives only to awaken one day and see the change? 

What was once so wicked is now justified, beautiful, and misunderstood.
Her anger was not of malice or sadistic pleasure, but it was a history of pain, abuse, and neglect that made her behavior seem harsh and nasty.  
I pity her.  I now believe in her cause.  I’m even angry at the one we thought was the heroine. 
Only another pawn in the wizard’s game, acting without knowing the back story. 
If I can only remember to pause before I make decisions, learn to see the big picture, maybe I will not make such a blind leap and kill the Wicked Witch.

Wintery Mix

It warmed up yesterday and the cat started biting

Only to cool down today with snow, sleet, and rain (pause)
The gray skies are everything but sincere or inviting
And the scratches on my arm tell me to temp that fate (pause)
Move out West, they say
Move on out (pause)
Pack up your nap sack
With a bandana over your scalp (pause)
Walk holes into your shoes
Calluses into your heels
Stare down those thunder clouds
Pretend you don’t feel (pause)
With that last lurching stretch
Step over the divide
Across the time zone
Down the other side
Leave nothing left
Nothing in question 
For no one expected
The Spanish Inquisition (pause)
Spring is on its way. (pause).

Blazing Winter Day

Who could have thought we’d hit 60 today?
Nebraska isn’t that far south.
February 4rth feels like the 5th of May.
It seems winter has run out.
We walked through Omaha’s Old Market streets.
The night sped on by.
Drinking shade-grown coffee in the galleries.
Deciding which ice cream to try.
I spent the morning thinking of ideas for new songs.
Watching you slowly breathe.
At your side is where I will always belong.
So I write of you and me.

Pick up and leave

Where should we go today?

We’ve paid the bills and have a surplus.
We could drive till our asses hurt.
Leave endless Nebraska.
Drive across the Rockies.
Through Independence Pass.
I’ll catch us dinner.
We can roast potatoes.
Sleep off the highway.
Maybe find a wild hot spring.
In the morning we’ll continue westward.
Stopping for lunch in the sunlight.
Nap in the heavy shade of a tree.
Get up and do it all again.
Laughing.
Worry-free eyes.
Reach the coast.
Watch the sun set the sky on fire.
I’ll catch us dinner.
Stay as long as we want.