I heard a knock on the door, and sat quietly for a moment, waiting to hear it again. Did I just imagine it, or did it really happen? My hands poised above the keyboard, music paused, head cocked, listening.
It’s a little too cool for comfort this morning. A little bit of heater, a little bit of gas stove. Winter can be mild, cool, not cold, but comfortable, like this morning, as I sit in front of the fire.
Ouch. Like a curse. Responsibility keeps circling around. Every little thing I do. Tightening its hold on my minutes and clenching the muscles in my neck. I look to the trees and and the ocean. I need an escape.
Music and melody
Swirling and climbing
Up and down
Winding through the atmosphere
Free yet structured
Keeping us together
Odds are, if you’re reading this, you’ve never had to sleep on the street in winter. Odds are, you have a favorite caffeinated drink.
Odds are, you enjoy words.
This room is small, and though I’m surrounded by life, I feel alone. It’s like a cabin in the woods; the birds and bugs fly around, the neighbors drive past, but it’s just me here. Quiet, and still.
His collar was tall and starched, even though that wasn’t very fashionable anymore. His posture matched the collar, very upright, almost arrogant in its insistence. He looked at me with defiance in his eyes and I slowly turned and walked away.
The backyard used to buzz with millions of vibrations, and I would need to brush away bees from my pathway as I approached. The beehive was stately and strong, promising flavor and community and eternal reproduction, but they’ve all all gone now…
Back and forth,
To and fro,
I’m not sure which way to go.
The door swings shut,
I say ‘oh no!’
I open it
Cuz this I know…
Fences surround that part of my mind
Gatekeeping and protecting
So strong that I can’t enter
And nothing can exit
The tension keeps me here.
A path, taking off, leading to infinity
Where do you go? What are the possibilities?
The freedom of open air
The freshness of new journeys.
Liberty, library, open to all ideas, freedoms
Literary happiness, book covers open.
He yelled at me from across the house, he told me I should leave. No, he shouted, angrily called to me, loudly trumpeted, bellowed. I felt it deep in my gut.