Moving step by step––in breath––I make my way to the beach.
And beyond.
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Remembering to Breathe
Each inhalation, an opening gate. Each exhalation, an accepatance.
Assisted Living
06-01-2012
The old man wanders the hallways of his prison searching for an exit, unsteady on his feet. Like a gagiit, the Haida indians’ lost soul, one who has been carried away but whose spirit is too strong to die, he caroms from one world to another in his solitary limbo.
Two little stones
05-01-2012
Amid the chatter of happy tourists—coming or going like cleaning ants— I sit in silence.
Traveling alone I watch them swarm with thoughts of what I’ve left behind.
04-01-2012
What emotions leak from my eyes? and why can’t I stop them?
What anger churns in my belly?
The sour taste of impotence.
Phone calls and emails do not fill the corkscrewing void.
Would it be any better if I were there?
January in Costa Rica
03-01-2012
Blinding yellow clusters against an azure sky: the Cortez trees are in bloom again this January.
Leaving
I’m supposed to be packing; my flight is on time.
But the zipper of our past is stuck, and I can’t get this bag open to save myself.
River of Stones: 01 January 2012
Listening to you on the phone this morning, I know now you are truly old. It’s not your voice,
that still sounds years younger than you are.
It is the fatigue I hear… and a fear of the future.
