8.12.99, noon
At Yerba Buena Gardens waiting
for kids to arrive to begin this workshop-am am am am am am breath- breathe-
yes a nervous wreck for a time this morning then what? Over anxious why-
who an exposed nerve is covered in delicate frail flesh parading through
the streets in a car passing by all the other exposed nerves on their way
to be and do whoever whatever when! I'm overwhelmed at times and then not-
funny how it just passes gently, the nervous matrix- to be reconvened with
something new- a new nerve or hopefully a new calm- sense of calm, calm
soup calm hoop- calm wonder calm clam I am calm I tell you! Drink a bit
of bubbly Calistoga - wildberry flavor, knock it back back up to the part
about the hat- where ever where- my angles are all in a tangle are all
overflowing floridly if only i could sit sweet like that- like that like
that admiring itself endlessly flower- not such a bad trait for a being
as least as it understands its likeness to itself, to not be exclusive
to only it - that is all
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