sitting at the edge of dawn, waiting for who knows how long the first bird shares her siren song and we – in this intangible moment we go off into infinity stepping into the unknown that is our life. as though we could have stopped them, and made this place our own as though we could have met them, and bent our fates anew we chase each dawn from night to day, each following our own loving way – then searching for the words to say, words that might still change the world someday. reaching into open arms, we gaze at these reflections of our own blind eyes at our opposite horizon lines and we say, “we will not go.” we say “this is not the end.” because here, the sun is rising – hear, the sun is rising – and today with nothing else to do and no other path to take we follow it into eternity.
For my dear friend K… happy birthday.