not enoughPosted: February 4, 2014
You lucky, lucky girl.
You have an apartment just your size.
A bathtub full of tea.
A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid.
~ Frida Kahlo
Sometime the slosh of my messy compassion falls over the rim of my cup and cauldron
as tears, it burns my skin like a 40mph wind blowing in the parking lot, in 20 degree temperatures
hands wet, ice forms, did my excess become his only meal that day?
tears because I can’t give more
12 miles, nothing to me, but 12 miles a recent jailbird didn’t have to walk.
He has a 7 month old he saw for the first time at a court appearance. She’s sitting up now. Strong legged he says.
I sure wish you well. There is a lot of crazies out there for sure, not just there – where you’re from – but everywhere.
I said, “When we don’t have our basic needs met anymore, like food, water, house, respect and love….that’s when it all goes downhill”.
I double around from Leupp road
Wonder at the simplicity of providing just a tiny molecule of the basics.