Dazzling Stars

(on a drive down Rt. 11 south, the sun

glinted off the mica in the tarmac - in a moment,

it reminded me of stars)

Modern Life

does tempt the senses,

living high

on science's inventions.

Better embraced by green

and silent hills,

buzzing wings,

waving grasses

and deer-stalked rills,

a hermit's Eden,

an angel's recluse.

I visit myself

in home and market,

so many faces,

so many stories,

so little time to

hear them all.

Grateful and free,

I drive my chariot

on paths of dazzling stars,

always homing

to the nest

to rest

for another day

of miracles.

agd