Feeling powerful and infused.
Feeling like a floating piece of lint.
Feeling alive.
Feeling alone.
Feeling surrounded.
Feeling un drowned
Like I just re woke
Like I just re wrote
Like I've never left
Like I was only just yesterday crying
Only just yesterday climbing
Only just yesterday dodging the 4 square rubber ball bounced from my brother's hands into my square
Into my space, my mind, holding all these memories like feathers sure to blow away.
Like the moments I'm not proud of.
Like the moments I wasn't a part of.
Like the moment that may or may not have existed.
Like Santa Clause
Like Tinkerbell
Like my sophomore Halloween costume
Like the chair in the upstairs library
Beside the staircase
Beside the theater books
Beside your backpack and the little black book with colored ink drawings of figures and bark leading into words leading into your winding thoughts in the light of day I proudly wore all that I could of you.
Because I didn't want to go home.
Didn't want to be me.
Liked being a we. Together. Housing love. Houses.
Like the ones we grew up in.
Big with two parents
Two parents who we saw crying
For years
then showing us true courage
Showing us forgiveness .
faith.
Love.
Love in my veins makes me run.
But not away from. To.
To what?
I'll never know.
