Friday, July 15, 2011

One Hand Waving Free

You danced a goofy dance with me this morning
in the holy place of my imagination.
After the Friday sun peeked slyly from under the horizon
You said You’d never give up on me.
I laughed. I cried. It was better than despairing.
Yesterday I rode my cart through the grocery store like a skate board.
Casting awkward looks aside,
I sailed, undaunted, north to the plastic cup aisle
because I don’t have a job in a month.
In the middle of the ditch
I realize I’m not so stuck.
And money, love and futuristic visions
don’t show me who I am
or secure me.
My security rests in who I know-
the You I know.
I’m running and jumping through this empty church
for no good reason
except that I’m alive and I can.
Where are we going? I don’t know.
How do we get there? C’mon,
let's go.


Susan said...

I'm not sure whether I should say I love it or I love you. Maybe it's just both.

Dillon said...

I love you, sister. This is so good.

"Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free" -Bob Dylan

mountain girl said...

Awesome, Kait. Stay free!