Wednesday, January 04, 2006

unpacking (still)

Did you ever find yourself on the brink of change and the whizzing of it all leaves you just exhausted and empty? Deadlines, decisions and distant dread. There was a time when I had this much time on my hands. While the cicadas are chewing the air with their threats and the sweat rolls sweet, I think "All that is not given is lost" and wished that you could have seen how the flecks of gold stuck to my skin when the sand gave up and fell away.


Karoda said...

Okay, how did you do the dancing squares and did you write this poem? I love it.

arlee said...

me too
and didja huh didja????