Sitka, Alaska

Some days,
I can turn myself inside out,
navigating those inside landscapes
like Inside Passages.
I can glory in my gut feelings
like "no guts, no glory"
were a movie title,
and I - a lead actress.
I can move through tricky emotions
like movement required no effort,
like I were a platelet
floating effortlessly in my own bloodstream,
exploring nooks and crannies,
letting myself be carried
away.

Some days,
I dream big and worry little,
drift on the sea of life
like feather on the breeze.
I redefine weightlessness
by redefining myself,
new in every moment
but still oddly familiar.

Some days,
I dig my heels in,
only to learn futility of all resistance
as I continue to sink
in quicksand…
but then,
wind of my face again
I hear
its call in my inner ear,
so I turn myself inside out,
shed skin like snake.
Uprooted like tree
I feel not bad  any more
when I am blade-of-grass-like
light,
floating on the breeze
to where dreams are made.

Some days,
I don't wake up
in the morning,
I keep dreaming on.
Those are
the best days of all.