my dreams are full of flying and falling and i sometimes wake up and don't know the difference.
i'm not sure why i was falling last night, i just know that i was and i pumped my legs to control the landing.
one of the greatest learned skills is how to fall properly.
last night, i landed in the dirt filled backyard of what seemed to be a preschool. no grass. just dirt and trees. and the sun. corners of shade. i landed on the wrong side of the tracks, which turned into a freeway and then into an aqueduct. in order to travel it was necessary for me to jump. large kangaroo like leaps, godzilla sized feet. every jump caused damage. i was so worried i would hurt someone and yet i could not stand still.
i had to find my daughter.
sometimes i leave my bed more tired than when i crawled in.
this morning, i unfolded the paper to do the crossword. it's monday. i know i can at least attempt the crossword on monday. first, i skim the news and my eyes land on a photo from haiti.
my heart. she falls and she jumps and she causes damage.
she is so worried she will hurt someone and yet she cannot stand still.