and winding down. and gearing up. prayers for peace in our lives, natural breaths live here. saturdays-sundays-mondays spent with 8-year-olds and becoming more intimate with inner city life. callous with words and emotions with teenagers. over-bearing and over-planning the next steps of love. fast forward to the 32 hours of motionlessness movement through the Great States to that which was never home (again) to me, but which i will always call home. glib one-sided conversations before dusk, and cocooning into the covers and a lover's arms.
but the bay-breeze, the sun on the water and standing afoot berkeley's campanile, dialing my father, and reporting on the visibility to the golden gate: moments which i will never relive nor get over. no, i will not remember the lonliness and the solitary hours choosing strength and independence, choosing what i should become instead of who i am, )was there ever a choice though?(
so while winding down, shall i retrace these hundreds of footsteps pounded into the east bay through jogs of frustration, hope, and happiness. footsteps uncovering unchained patterns in no snow of a rapid fall from an ivory tower and accompanied by a sincere commitment to the work of those little people (like us) who possess only a genuine desire to Change.
there was Change written on these sidewalks in colorful shapes and with permanent spraypaint. you were the one who chose not to look. and i, distractedly, continued to pound the pavement and fly by.
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