on Soaring...

when a bird takes flight
her only limits are
the unreachable
unfathomable
corners of the Sky-

and yet
in the freedom of flight
she never forgets
her nest,
its whereabouts
the warmth waiting for her there
in her sanctuary,
stronghold.

this is how i love. this is who i am.
i cannot be anything or anyone else.
the phone is burning a hole in my pocket
in my purse
in my hand.
so many questions knotted up inside of me.
I need to be Unraveled gently, love the questions themselves-
without grasping.
sometimes i feel like i am on the edge of some great revelation...sometimes more just like i'm falling apart.
but thats okay too.
goodnight and peace.