waiting wagon

Single and alone

Some call him

a rolling stone


doesn’t know why

the wind blows

but loves the sound

of chimes

as he watches the stars

and the evening moon


wonders about his death


wonders if it will be on

a lonely Monday

and wants to be

carried on a long cart

back home



Poet Laureate: Derek Walcott dies at 87.

When a poet dies

Can a crazy world still survive?

Will lavender’s aroma fade suddenly?

I do not know for sure.

But I do know a poet is a little god

that whispers truths forever.

Rest in Peace Mr. Derek Walcott.