in grandfather's arms.
held in love,
I spoke.
trembling with yearning,
wrestling with the weight of a weightless fall through space.
seeing in the dark
by feeling the touch of your eyes listening,
your ears speaking,
your hearts
knowing.
to be alive.
to recognize something in that Icarus moment. something that lives in me.
thank you for that reminder, Andi.
thank you for that reach across the divide, Adam.
thank you for showing me the exquisite, Lisa.
thank you
for the courage
to shine with tears,
without knowing words,
with the gentle catch
of a tumble
through
the
floorboards.
something that lives in me called me through the door way.
something alive in me, shuts it.
pulls into its center everything necessary and leaves the rest outside.
something in that brilliant moment
awakened me.
to live as
art.
to burn in the yearning.
to break into my own house and recover my voice
to sing.
