And I am mesmerized by the whirring of my insides clamoring to get out
I am mesmerized by
the hum, the vibration, of my
daring need to fly
I am mesmerized by
our jagged armor held together by melted glue
If you let me in, if you peel what sticks to you and expose the deep reds and blues that line the inside of you
we can whir together and beat the hollowness like wild beasts making music
and dance until
our insides are hanging wildly about
Is it really Wednesday already? Is it already half way past October? I am truly whirling and the days are a blur. I close my eyes and imagine myself in a train station with people and trains buzzing past me on fast forward. Slowly, I extend my left leg out and try to trip time off its feet. But we know how miserably I fail.So I recount time here: pumpkin patches, screen printing class, a soul sister visiting from Chicago for 4 hours, a book binding class, discovering new music, learning to knit cables, reading Rilke, Whyte, Nin and Oliver, writing deeply in journals (which feels like slicing a pumpkin wide open, and I can see my fleshy insides exposed), and carving pumpkins only to have them devoured by fat squirrels. No one told us about the squirrels and their fancy for pumpkins. Florida squirrels never did that. So we bought more pumpkins for dramatically moved girl who cried out in woe for her demised pumpkin that she named. And then we roasted the pumpkin seeds with butter and salt, mmmmm.
:).
Good Wednesday to you my fellow time travelers...
xoxo
