a home of three
split in the tide of time
tearing apart at every end
but living in so much spirit and warmth

so many miles now in distance from piece to piece
but only instants apart
by the measure of the wind
and the calling of the clouds
and the dance of the birds over waters

only in a place
where insecurity overwhelms the heart
does distance measure closeness

with every bead of air
that hits the face of changes
comes a bead of simplicity
acknowledging and overriding fear

just another home in store
along another river
where the tide flows
despite the time
and where warmth lives
no matter the temperature

in life, an infinite home
the earth to the heart
the heart to the body
the body to the water
the water to the tide

and we float on
in all directions


-a poem written on the way home from [kick ass] white water rafting.


today has been long and wonderful. 5 am wake up call and 9 am arrival to PA/the yaugheihney river and 10 am boat departure and 5 pm boat return and i can't really remember the rest...

so tomorrow there's this big art festival deal in baltimore and i think i might do that instead of art day with grandma. i mean really, she'd understand. haha.. then james taylor concert tomorrow night.... which i still have to buy a ticket for. hmm.

anyway, tonight on the way home jodi and i got into a discussion about god and religion and "spirituality" (continued from the wednesday night college perk cult talk)... and i will definitely post with the message tomorrow or sometime when i'm not so wiped out. (WIPED OUT ;) get it.. white water rafting..hahaaa)... yeah. i'm sleepy if you can't tell. what else? hmm. no clue. too currently dazed. mountains are fricking beautiful. i love them. that's all

goodnight. i hope you enjoy the poem.

also, slaughter-house-five is a really awesome book.