one night i walked through a door and never came back.
i reach to unfurl the red stamped white cloth hanging in a procession with other symbolic flags attached to twine. they blow with the strong in between desert winds. stars elude me with mystery and comfort. coyotes celebrate something, fill the dark air with a togetherness song. i read he shot arrows into a blank sky and created constellations. animals above, animals below. how then do we ever lose our honor? tact and grace? an easement, a healing explosion. i am so tired. i am angry. i am gentle. i am giving. one small candle connects me to all that is. there is a red wagon, hammocks, stripes, trees to climb.
dr. suess tells about society, our limitations, our poetry. do we wait because of our belief, perception, a hunch. i spent the whole afternoon talking to the crossroads. today we rest, tomorrow may become similar, subtle or sensational.
i am sorry for straying so far beyond your hurt. overwhelm has been isolating.
do i feel a crystal is memorable. my children cough. the dishwasher squeaks. fervently cycles. the cleansing phase.
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