From Notebook – Miami Nov 2013
Today is the first day of Winter
and I saw a black angel
bracing the swell and foam
of the ocean.
During the night the moon spilled its yellow fodder into my soul,
purifying me of the coward deep inside.
I watched the pool filled with water around your cold metal feet
and my soul simultaneously filled with a desire…
But more importantly on that solstice day.
I made myself a promise…
to embrace my talent
to achieve the impossible
to grow exponentially
to open up and let my growth show
to stand proud
to give it all
and when I laid down, my back ached and my feet throbbed
I fell asleep and the last
image was that of the blurry moon
cascading off your bowed bronze head.
