Thursday, May 19, 2011

Consistancy

My family is from East Texas
I've been to Canada, never to Mexico
I learned to line dance in a Boston gay bar

After the space flights we moved
Small and different, large learning
The seasons were constant, a delight

I ran away to a mountainous rainforest at 25
The rain was soft and constant running to the ocean
The birds were quiet
we never felt wet

Now I live in a humid desert
The rain is loud and dramatic
The birdsong is loud and constant
We only get wet from sweat running through the neighborhood

I wait to start an adventure
To see the middle, the part I missed
Travel anywhere and everywhere
Constantly falling in love with whatever is new

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