Dear Jack;

So glad you are here! What slow traffic! I don’t think I ever heard or noticed I heard any news about Southern Australia, but I think it is today I heard there were fires there, a farm burned or so, and of course I thought of a Jack living in Southern Australia! Your poem is well written, says I. As usual, good with words, you are. Good use of language! To the content of the poem: “point me- in the direction= I need to go- I feel I’m wasting- my life away.’

Anita to the rescue
Here in tiny buddha
A soul and a saint for you
Ready to take you
Beyond New Age
Are you ready, Jack-
Hold tight, we are about to take off
Into the great Beyond
Beyond the present moment
And into the past where little boy Jack is waiting
Waiting to be picked up
How long will he wait?

Hey, Jack…

anita