I have not forgotten this project. I have  been traveling, which is often raw material for art. I haven’t thought about what my travels mean yet, which is often when the art happens. Thanks for your patience.

I have learned to hide the tremble
of nervous energy, of excitement
to remain calm, to hope less,
keeping the space in the middle
so that I don’t get crushed later
if the connection has no spark.
I would rather make the light
jump across the gap.
And my defensive stance says,
well, I don’t know what it says.
Maybe it means I’m cautious now;
maybe it means I’m less who I was
(which could also be good or bad).
I don’t know what it means, but
there is a small flame burning
and if the Lord wills (as gasoline),
we will go to this town or that
in twos.