Crossroads
 
 
 When standing
 at a
 crossroads
 it's not the
 end
 it's the
 beginning
 
 of a
 continuation
 of four
 directions
  
 Be grateful
 you're at
 the center
 make your
 choice
 it's all
 good
 you won't
 step off
 into an abyss
  
 You will step
 into your
 place
 stepping into
 place
 the place
 you've been
 seeking
 to fit into
 where is your
 place?
  
 It's in the
 center
 the center of
 balance
 circle of
 living
 where the
 four
 winds blow
 where life
 begins
 and ends
 and continues
 from there
  
 Be grateful
 you are
 finally there
 where you are
 where you
 belong
  
 ~  Lisa Wilson


Breathe

Sometimes it comes in with great stealth and silence,

Like a cat crouching almost motionless, noiseless ,

Just before it jumps its prey.

Other times, you know it, see it, feel it,

Like an angry herd of elephants stampeding toward you,

Loud and fast and there's just nowhere to go to escape it.

Trapped, unavoidable.

And a million thoughts race through your mind,

And your heart pounds mercilessly.

Breathe, just breathe......

And just like that,

The dark of night came on fast, swift, silent,

Like a seasoned thief stealing away the light, leaving only.......

The unknown.

She stood there at the edge of the darkness, fear rising.

She wanted desperately to move but the darkness held her firmly.

If only she could find some light, not much really, just a little.

Just enough to help her find her way.

But the darkness engulfed her.

Breathe, just breathe...into the unknown.


​~ Debby Ball

Part 2: The Only Road Home
 
Battling Peppergrass
 
midsummer: 
a Suisun thistle  
tidal wave flooding
the uplands
purple flowers
regretful for leaving
 
Sundial
 
Blue as the sea water
so far from shore,
the great heron waits,
 
a sundial of patience.
 
downbeats
of wing against air
 
and the water dances away
in golden streaks of the setting sun.
 
The sky
takes flight
 
 
Goldfield 
 
Goldfield
blooms
along Spring Branch Creek
 
holding a conversation
 
carried on the wind,
 
 
crying,
 
knowing
March and April
 
are on a long lost calendar.
 
 
Note: Contra Costa Goldfield plant is endangered, and related to the sunflower.
 
 
Canvasback Ducks
 
Sangre eyes
dive deep 
into my soul
 
as they plunge
to turn up
mollusks
 
in the waters 
enveloping them
quietly,
 
teaching me
to trust in the darkness.
 
 
Brushing the Heavens
 
brushing the heavens
with a special grace
 
even Raphael 
would be envious
 
pelicans
of cadmium white
saffron and
coal black wings
 
billow
 
in a falling curtain
toward
the tidal pond
 
~ Sheri Rene’ Watson



WE ARE

WE ARE NATIVE:
even if we dont look like it
If we dont know how to dance
If we have no sacred traditional objects
If our hair is short or dyed
If we dont know our culture(s)
We know we ARE...special...humble...grateful... sacred....gifted.... on the red road upon which we have no idea how to walk upon...
WE WALK   WE WALK  WE WALK
because  WE ARE


~ Sheri Rene' Watson