For days on end I give my heart to the roaring shadow of your life.
I speak the language, transform the voice of your guiding light- I want to restrain myself. Almost to the point of negation, but nobody is buying it.
What’s with you, they ask.
I can only say- the attitude of God.
Stops them dead in their tracks.
I imagine you drifting through European corridors on your way to your next stage performance (as I wait here in Arizona) where terrible tailors await to mend you suits and cobblers stand with hammer in hand to build you a new pair of boots. I wait. A non-woman/non-person, under the sun, reflecting my views at no one.
Even within these monotonous moments, I think of you.
Hearts eye, my soul’s national holiday.
Did you realize the release date of Together Through Life is my son’s eighteenth birthday?
Back and forth, back and forth I ride. The poet Visar Zhiti claims a cry runs barefoot.
I just look forward to you coming home. Cry or no cry.
