The Ride

Whether daunting

Or dismall

This much is true

Keep your vision unfiltered

Then you’ll know what to do

The blinders aren’t helping

They’re actually in the way

You’ll regret later

Words you didn’t say

So throw on the saddle


Climb up on that horse

There’s only one life

Worth living

And it’s not on a course.


Amphibious before birth

In waves, before earth

The longing comes

much later-

For a song sung

by future’s daughter

Ashes to ashes, maybe so

Or maybe, with miles to row

Toward the shore, or out to sea

It’s only in the water

That we’re truly free

-inga e.b.

Falling back

Even though it’s the middle of May, every other day feels like Fall here. It’s the temperatures, that inspired me to take a look back at a memorable moment:

The Visit

Sitting at the end of the kitchen table, bathed in early autumn light, while in 

mid-sentence, I wasn’t the first to notice.  Spinning around, she was behind me,

outside- in the garden.  I was startled by her dignified presence and splendor of

her size and color.  Perched on the wrought iron gate, not even ten feet away-but

with glass between us, she surveyed.

She reminded me of a tall, russet-haired woman, I once knew, with stately

features, and a strong posture. But this regal creature had feathers, not hair-

 and stealth talons for stability, and survival.

For a lifetime, we stood- frozen in admiration, tinged in awe.  We watched and

waited, as she watched and waited, with one unblinking eye, like the silver

silhouette of her cousin. 

Then, with warrior wings, the young female floated back up to her home, in the

heavens. But not before this red-tailed hawk, had seemingly glared deeply into

our eyes, in order to capture every one of our souls.