Friday, September 17, 2010

It's just like that quote: anymore than a whisper and it could vanish.
I'm surfing on sea spray of a fragile wave. Soon I'll swim through the air, to where the bugs sing and the ocean is only a rumor.
I look at the hole I climbed out of, think of the lessons. I just have to acknowledge them. Be aware, as I always am.
In the meantime, I return to the bathtub, and I hold to my blues and greens.

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