Saturday, June 23, 2012


At night I have dreams that I am leaping over backyard fences easily, with one arm. There are endless rows of them and I never look at the houses. It’s just the fences, one by one. I am being pursued. I always know that, though I never feel fear, or panic. In fact, I am light, connected to something strong that hums under my feet. And with each leap I feel stretched and buoyant, like I may never touch the ground again.