I am completely unable to write these days. I wish I knew why...it's very frustrating. So instead I am posting some old writing.
This is from March 2005. No title, kinda goofy, but it makes me smile.
Fear is a low-flying fog clouding my head
squinting and shuffling
looking for a safe place to land
hands clutched and released become
landmarks on the map
of places I've already been.
(keep going there's more to come)
my sneakers are wearing thin, but
still holding up.
frayed at the edges and
holes beginning to show
and then I met a man with
a bottle of super glue.
he fixed my shoes.
now he walks beside me with
steps sure and confident
holding my hand
my feet are snug and warm
and the fog lifts.