im praying he was right.
so today i close the door on the past year and step
fully into chapter forty.

"i am destined to move at night on the secondary
roads of the american dream. i took my first off ramp
after traveling under someone
else's direction and now i draw my own roads.
my life does not cadence to traffics or crowds.
its rhythm swings on the porch with the firelies.
i travel at the speed the wind blows stopping at
the magical places. singing the one clearest note.
cracking open an awareness of things more
beautiful than once thought possible a poetic life. " ~ gladys the brave