There is always the water dividing us from the next dry land.
Always some barrier to break down, or find a way to cross.
But it is our year.
We strip off our clothes
and rub the dirt on like a mask.
We know the only way is through the mote.
We roll up our pants and wade in deep.
My husband has a vision while I am sleeping in the safety of his embrace. What does it mean when I say he makes me feel safe? What can his mortal being keep from the embers. What if our building went down like East Harlem? A pipe of gas blown up like war.
Before we’d wake with the knowledge of death, our lives would be flattened by plaster and the bodies of our neighbors. Then what would have been worth it. Not the songs we’ve written, nor the poems. Not the money stacked in the bank or even our wayward dreams kept around us like a blanket. There would be our family, pouring their body’s weight in water to tissue, burying their faces into soft cotton, running their last lines like an actor practicing on the subway - except the train runs forever on the same track.
I love you, I am angry, I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.
We get distracted by the promise of fame, of leaving a legacy. We forget who holds our memories close. Who we held the door open for us to strut through or crawl through or dance. What passage ways we walked to bring our bodies closer to the fire. How we shed our skin to feel the burn of life and the times we held each other crying or the ways our bodies shook in laughter.
Tomorrow I want to wake up knowing the earth is not doomed as I worry it might have been. I will put my heart to work and trust in the way the path unfolds. I will be alive with the knowing that things may not be okay, but they will spark with feeling. We are not numb. We wake in the night shook by fear. We dream colorful stories that peel back the armor and reveal hot blood. We put one foot in front of the other, follow the tracks, trust we are not alone. And we are not alone.
We are so many.
Rise and shine. #friday
Paul’s Boutique 33.3 [Scotty Reifsnyder]
Bad Rabbits poster for their performance at the Johnny Cupcakes store in London.
Song of the day: “J. Birly” [Miles Bonny] ❤
Commercial for Discovery.com, 1999