Climb inside the fire
What haunts you often makes you whole
Treasure buried beneath our memories.
Before I was a poet I was nothing much
Before I was a cow I was a dolphin
Before I became a star I did not matter.
Do you remember first time you sat around a campfire?
Do you like your marshmallows roasted or in hot chocolate?
Do you ever dream you are Amelia Earhart?
Climb down inside the volcano
What hurts you often makes you stronger
Cloudbursts buried above our humanity.
Before you were a vision you were out of sight
Before you were a ballerina you were a mermaid
Before you became a muse you were a fairy goddess.
Do you recall the first time you rode a bicycle?
Would you rather dream when you are sleeping or when you are awake?
Do you ever wish that everything would stop making so much sense?
Enter the friendly fire
What scares you to death often brings you back to life
The secrets behind your brilliant eyes give you away every time.
November 10, 2009