My authentic journey continues.
I am on it here.
With you, each and all of you.
I take my gloves off on
my journey.
I leave my fingerprints,
my wordprints, as evidence
Let others trace my steps
Let others follow this path
our path
boldly step into the
stories, the silences I
don't share
the howling - the mouth open
the hunger 0 the absenteeism from
love without even a letter home
the deep satisfaction
I smell the thirsty
pavement, quenched
I hear Hank sleep
my textured
story includes
these and me
I hit an impasse
I turn around and
look over my shoulder for you
We catch one anothers' eye
and smile
giving permission
giving grace
holding love
in our
picnic basket
- - Julie Jordan Scott
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