.37.

I walked downtown today. I passed a man on the street whose back was bent and broken. He lingered with me as I passed him. I circled around casually, hesitating in giving him the only thing I had - my hands. yet, there I was, next to him - scratching and rubbing his back, talking to him with glimmers of smiles. I felt his spine erupting out of his structure mid-way down. I continued to touch, as much as I didn't know, I wanted to. His demeanor was simple and joyful - "feels good to get the stiffness out." He noted in a smilin' & mumblin' drawl. My hand was tingling. The whole world had disappeared. Sunlight, with kaleidoscopic shapes, was all there was. I left him so quickly, saying 'good-day' and peeking a smile seemed like a haunting doubted thought.

I wandered into the Cultural Center. As I walked around, I could feel an unsettling nausea begin to grow in my stomach. I just wanted to find a space that would hold me long enough that I could let myself go. I meandered through the lost hallways of the gorgeous building and came across a white room with a baby grand. No one was around. I went and sat at the piano and wondered what song the world would play, if it were to play through me. Suddenly I broke. I cried for everything I didn't know, I cried in gratitude of everything I do know. I cried for the man on the street - how he was the one that touched me. I cried for the squirrel I saw whose death came as life past it by. I cried for everything to an open expanse. a broadening - a widening.

And then my fingers felt the keys, and a melody shone for a moment, before it passed into an ambiguity, so unknown to me - yet is so completely all of me.

.anomalies abide.

 .a little duck rides the tide of my bathroom molding.

 

.owl com to me.

.tree grows free.

                                       

.creativy calls.

.view from my pillow.

.let's shine out our vulnerabilites.

.affinity.

.not yet.