I have closed down. Til You appear and lift this song from my soul like a bird bound for heaven flying home as sure as Love in this fearless new beginning of time.
Words single themselves out and drift off the page coming back to collide in the binding.
Running for the bus I am undone in this wind, my mind unlacing, like a shoe I would discard but it follows as surely as my feet slap on the concrete I run on as if I am chasing after these leaves shaking loose from the careless tips of trees. Free, they rise up in corners, fly past windows, reflect, then disappear down stormdrains where they hide inside and promise never to tell how rivers wreck themselves into other rivers, into oceans, into the slow unlayering of clouds as each reissued page is turned and lost, turned and lost. You are the In and the Out of me and all the spaces between the full. If I am on the Journey then surely You are there tagging along. In believing this giant They might imprison.