reality is a strong draft
I constantly step into the front of the line when an idea hits me
‘I’ve got this one!’ I shout…
sitting comfortably in the back seat belt fastened
smiling at the driver through the rear view mirror
holding John’s backward-stretched hand
he sits passenger seat on this one
I am along for the ride
false selves usually die in exposure to great light it’s been said and
No one takes it from me because I lay down my life that I may take it up again. No one takes it from me but I lay it down of my own accord, wrote another John, long, long ago….
embarking on a new date still enrobed in all we have been
I am bereft and left surprised by what our feet tell us
yet hand still holds out for the first once
again