This world is nuts.
Or it’s not
I can’t tell
But it is weird, yes?
I am shedding a new skin. I am morphing, yet again.
I am standing on the edge
of another precipice
and I cant’ see what’s after this
something about change
something about I’ll tell you when I figure it out, please, wait
I have songs and poems to share, I am not disappearing anyway
although, when I turn up around the next corner, I will have a new outfit, new words to say
This is because I have new thoughts to speak for
on behalf of
this is because I keep changing, thank the gods, and so my art does, too
so my heart does, too
so, I fall in love with you
and sometimes you love me back
I have my own back because I have to
Because that’s what a poet like me should do.
I bought hot black boots and I know what to do with them
My moto is parked for me and waiting
Dance floors need me and sidewalks keep me company
and I’m not fading away into anything
Maybe i’ll ride into the sunset because it’s dramatic
and I’m learning how to act
And maybe I’ll fade into the background so I can watch what goes down, before I act
I might need to go to Argentina to learn the tango, but I’ll be back
Basically, I just want you to know that I’m working. Hard.
and some of that means I dont’ update my twitter or my status so much as I update my heart
I’m looking around
I’m writing it down
i will find the next suiting format for my developing sound
I will find the venues that work
the people who listen, who teach, who hug, who also can see no ground.
I think about you all the time
you, person like all the people who need healing
who has feelings worth feeling
you are all my teachers and I’m so grateful that I’m reeling
And while this world spins me
yet another web
I’m gonna sit down for a bit and check back in
the poems keep going
the ink keeps flowing
the waves keep rolling
and I will show you soon
just what it is that I’m up to
with love and gratitude, from my spot in the wind,