"Soul Searching"

life is like our angel patch
a small rock garden full of flowers
and feeders for the birds
a place for them to drink
and flip and shake the water
through their feathers
gypsy and I sit on the cabin porch
every morning and watch the patch activity
if you have forgotten who gypsy is
my 13 year old english pointer hunting dog
who never ceases to be interested
in birds, bees, toads and cats
we have noticed that some plants produce
many beautiful blooms year after year
rewarding the eyes of the beholders
and some don't they struggle
slowly withering away
like people who know only their edge
always surrounded by others
cluttering their flawless soul searching
surrendering to times embrace
before they are free
to embrace themselves
ending up finally with me
alone in my rhyme
soul searching time