It sinks in
Finally sinks in
Where was I when I first saw the words
What was I doing just before I opened the mailbox?
What did I do right after
How did it feel, that moment ?
And this morning,
Finally sinks in
Where was I when I first saw the words
What was I doing just before I opened the mailbox?
What did I do right after
How did it feel, that moment ?
And this morning,
with the first robins
and that determined bluejay
jostling for sound bytes in the cedars,
as the orange glow begins to appear in the East Sky,
where
lie my heartstrings, scattered
it sinks in
Come, says The Institute: you are worthy
And I smile, as I am
I am not bound to this space anymore
The road is open and
I have the permission to speak
My life's work is finding me
With Two and and a Half Letters after my name
My words now have worth
Come, Stories, speak now.
It is time.
March 22nd, 2016
