root system.
2006-08-18 12:26 a.m.
shaken to my roots, i am smooth, fragile again, easily distressed. i feelthe sun inside my body, put there by bicycle hours, by the need for connecting to something. a stabilizer in my self, i can
make motion, make miles pass beneath me.
i do not tonight.
the painful qualities of resolution near me, speak in my ears, ghosts of what has happened. convey me, ghostlike, too, in the city, over streets that wear that some season on their surface. i can relate -
places of heat, place of habit
pile upon me, my strength unquestioned. i do not
doubt ability, doubt circumstance, but the strain
has broken my heart, and i am waiting to hear it resurrect, wishing it back to beating.