Alone in a NewWay

June 25

ALONE IN A NEW WAY

I am restored.  I have my sanity like a spring coat.  I am not sure I need it but it’s nice to have nevertheless.  I prayed for this state of reason believing it would give me entry to a world where I was a late arrival.  Much to my chagrin I have found myself obscenely early to a party I am no longer sure will ever take place.  I stand in the entrance hall and practice new dance steps.  I search the space for prospective partners but rarely see anyone who is swaying to the same beat.  I am grateful for my sanity even if I have to enjoy it alone.

Write a sassy letter and let it dance.

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I am Not an Island

Upon finding myself alive

I decided to throw my life back into the sea.

I was not living on this dry and sandy shore.

The baking sun does nothing to improve me.

I was belched forth onto the beach,

but never belonged there.

I tried to see myself as evolving,

tried desperately to sprout some legs.

Sucked air through my gills and attempted to sing.

I am not ready for this today.

Perhaps this is my future,

the way the current will carry me that I cannot  tell.

I do know I need the water on my scales

and pressure in my lungs right now.

I do not know what tomorrow brings

Or what I am capable of

just that I will not fault myself

for not having been born a dove.