Tuesday, February 17, 2009

on a good day


I like to walk out
barefoot
to the ragged edge of my sanity
and hang my toes over the crumbling
lip of reason.
Hair whipping wild about my head
in the sweet-sour updraft
from the deep beyond me,

I raise my arms and shout

daring the wind
to show some muscle.



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wild thing!

Anonymous said...

Oh beautiful. My fav!