May 22, 2009

All week, I have walked on insubstantial ground, my arches aching from the effort of keeping my feet from wobbling. This inconsistentency is of my own making, the clamor in my head causing liquefaction all around me.

There is a corner up ahead; there is a rock just out of sight.

I plan to perch there for a day or two. I plan to make myself like that stone. I will stare hard in a forward direction, not back at the agitation I created in my wake.


  1. feel better soon.

  2. Jeann, thank you. :-)

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