Waiting

At the flight deck,

she patiently watch,

for the "fly in",

as they call it.

Is there more in life,

than watching,

for a moment,

to call

memory.

Crane at Dusk

A far mountain range
A lone leafless tree
A tired hungry crane
feeding

A time to rest
A time to reflect
A time to resist
speeding 

Motionless

The turtle was motionless in that pond, for as long as I can remember. The sunflower was motionless in the air, for as long as I can remember. They remind me to sit, to watch my breath, to remember that I am part of this nature.