3-26-2005

I'm ready
big
building
preparing
wash over me
wind whips
willows
clouds sweeping
sun
shade
sun
shade
rhythem
tears
she said I'm self-sufficient
self-sufficient she calls me.

Perched
pouncing
vast
stretches on and on forever
All before me
All around me
Swells within me

I sit on my friend's back patio.
Tracy Chapman plays behind me.
She plays.
I sip my coffee, blanketed by her grandmother's nitted gift.
And tears unbearable well within me
tears of awareness.
Of importance
Save my soul. Save myself.
She talks to her kitten.
"Tanner?" she asks her.
Her soul so naked. Stands.
So strong.
Strong in her vulnerability.

I journey. I used to call it drift.
I make my way.
No need to make way, friend.
So much to share.
I have so much
so share
with you.
To show you.
I have a gift for
you.
You'll want it.
There'll be no place to run.
Dynamic. Layers.
make your everyday life seem less mudane.
Fiction in the space between
You and Me.
None.
I accept
deapth
shallows
fears
show me