
I used to climb trees all the time…
Vanishing into the clouds…
Closing that impossible gap…
And then my butler cut my nails!
I felt like I had slow, silver wings…
Stepping away from this serious world…
Tender and pliant, not brittle and dry…
The place where softness always prevails.
Looking down I could see the ground littered with the pages of guilt…
All written with similar composition…
Making the earth a universe of ghosts…
Shame being the lie at the base of it all.
It is the natural things that bring you back home…
Put the flesh back on weary bones…
Helping us to sort through the messes we have made…
Yep, we all have different poop to shovel…
Mine smells terribly of dog.
Stop! Please stop trying to fight the tempo of your heartbeat…
This is not a game of racing back and forth…
Instead, this is a game of loaves and fishes…
Multiplying love throughout this world.
I love you,
Annie