if you want me to hurry to express myself in ways that make you comfortable that pin me down and Make Sense and sound the way i learned in school that are spurred by my need to please to stay small and reveal little to be measured safe and sorry you will not meet me you will not be graced by the spirit which soars beyond borders and dips into the softness of the earth and flutters alongside the lit and dancing leaves of the trees that create the far horizon my presence dancing with abandon frolic free not forced, not bound to guidewires placed to make me straight and tall i lean this way or that, bending to what moves me in each season what attracts me its vibrancy causing to sway no plan no forethought unhesitatingly alive to the wild call of farflung unreason you said once you found my innocent wonderings alluring and I, true to experience, felt the disappointment of prophecy foretold i wept before the court case was even considered or resentment born simply playing out its inevitable outcome perhaps you meant it, the moment sound and true but ultimately i knew I’d miss you when you ran no explanation my heart broken but still free still truly me only knowing how to be.
(all words, video & images in this post by shannon)
