Rib cage. Bird cage. Caged animals. Flesh and bones. Eagles soaring. Wings clipped. Blood hits the pavement. Stepped on by strangers. Chewed gum spit on the sidewalk – where the curb meets the road. These streets are wet. It’s dark. The light is unnatural. Glistening. Paintings. Cinema. Men in hats. Frosted windows. Finger prints on window panes. A child was here. Red pleather diner booth. Checkered floors. Turquoise something. Rocket lights. A jukebox. Secrets and lies. Sideways glances. Dances with Wolves. Footprints in the snow – then they stop. No cliff. No bush to hide in. A rabbit disappears while shaking in plain sight. Eyes are black dots. Do what brings you joy. Bullshit is everywhere. Goodness is everywhere. Struggle is everywhere. A garbage bag vacuum sealed over lips. The bag blows open – I see a foot… a paw. It’s on the highway. This is true. Bare naked. Baring teeth. Barbed words. Incompetent specialists. Mist turns to snow. To fog. To lose and forget. Altered landscapes. Hidden behind the fog. Truth and reality change before our eyes. Smiling faces – lean into joy. Sun shines on glistening snow. Brussel sprouts form on river banks. Counting piles of coins. Scrooge McDucks. Swimming in a sea of gold. Pearlescent halos – auras – chords, light gobstoppers of protection mirror your bullshit back to you. I am protected. I am strong. I am safe. I have support – braless wonder. Buds pushing up through the snow – cracking on the surface. Amethyst. Obsidian. A friend. Good food and a party. Wondering what a wonderful life is about?
Socks on feet. Shoes by the door.
where rivers are born 