Knowing the Road and Taking itA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)My satisfaction comes not from blanket-warm tranquility -- I
hunt for deeper oceans, as fingertips walking a globe and tracing the static shapes of might-have-been, stuck in
the cross-hatched network of latitudes and longitudes. I
should be content with it: the view from this window, the
garden beyond in mid-growth, the sage hills that
roll toward a blue expanse of angel’s tears.
because you have the life, my dear, so many voices
mouthing the words, what more could you possibly want for? A backpack and a road map -- perhaps -- a way out -- the
courage to see beyond these walls and know the
texture of European masonry, the taste of neon filtered
through dilated pupils on the arteries of Shanghai, and
the crayon bright swatches of Holland’s tulip fields, where
flowers are more than decoration for dirt mounds. I ache to be unburdened, long for wandering contemplation -- my
ivory tree will bloom again, but overzealous pruning has
left it in a state of temporary stasis -- it needs time to breathe. but you are rooted to this place -- and it will always
be the home where my shoes are most
comfortably kicked off, but my soles need to be
worn a little first. © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on August 18, 2013Last Updated on August 18, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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