staring.at.a.white.wall
originally written 09.18.02

staring at a white wall
all decorated with framed art.
still, not knowing where to
start. don't need to discuss
the aching of my heart
because it doesn't exist
like the color on this wall.
don't want to talk about the fall,
or how the world makes me feel small.
that's because these things aren't really
there, nothing to be
scared of. i've risen above
everything else, i've found love
for myself, for others, like sisters
and brothers. the wheel has been turning
my pace is burning, the butter
is churning...but that has nothing
to do with anything.