Monday, December 21, 2009
there are so many things in my life that are broken. I drag the damage behind me strings running to cans now all filled with heavy water, plowing grooves into clay, a trail covering my tracks. I am here for now, I have arrived somehow, I stand stopped and refect. Amazed at how many parts there were to me, to be bent, expanded, some meant to blunt the punches, some to bear the load of connections, some that must to cradled and protected.