10/06/03

June 10th, 2003 by Rose

Restlessness causes the calm of the wind to blow back and forth, then to and fro, searching, pondering, and wondering. A thought for this and a thought for that. The arm of day dreams curls its way securely around me and wrapped am I in the softness of my own world, inside. Turn around three times and wipe clean the slate of the past. Throw up ones hands and toss the cards skyward, back down to the earth they must fall for all things that go up, do come down, and scatter they will across the floor. A fresh mess of self lay before me, a hop, step and jump back from the place that was to the place that is now. Pick up each card and begin again. Time calls to come swiftly through the years it reaches out and pulls me forth, eventually time clutches me in its bosom and I gaze down at the final card and draw a last breath.”