Fine

Written December 2006

I have just stopped moving
stopped thinking in straight lines



everyday starts with a chant
words to breathe and motivate
to have this and then live too

functionary ploys to poison poignant moments
give me the freedom to wind my way around the conflict
believe the energy is more than potential
and the trips to the door provide enough sky

how many times did I stand today
count my pulse and call it progress?



I'll deny the loud noises
and the lack of sunlight showing a timid side
things are fine
I am fine