Wednesday, January 18, 2012

I remember.






The poetry of it all -


the bubbling up of 
something that has 
always been -


the certainty of self


and, when I don't



I will always have you


to remind me to sing


and to play for me when I drop the notes


because that's the deal.


You're stuck tucked up tight


in a promise


I'm not going to let you fall. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I actually kind of like that you changed the photos so they aren't all the same size anymore.