she tells the tale of moments spent in busy streets and crowded markets, in lively homes and sidewalk dwellings
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
strong and bound for glory and cursed with a thousand stories
i keep thinking about these feet. mine. theirs. and the distance in between.
i want to go back. see their faces light up and hear their laughter.
but i find a deep refusal, in the most hidden places of me, to shove my way back into their stories. this is not the time and i am fine knowing that. there will be a time and when i see their faces again i'll let out a halleluia and maybe even do a little dance. it will be good.