Poesy
possibility
March 21st, 2011 by admin in General
possibility

I go to the ocean when my soul is tired when there is nothing left of me I journey there to find myself washing away with wave after wave my knowledge of life alone I grow young again
I have always love islands, surrounded by water. my parents took us to Sanibel Island and I remember. I rememberthe causeway and getting out of the car and thinking this place will be important to me years later we journey back to scatter her ashes on turner beach this place will be important to me this place will be important. we get married almost on an island. I want to be there because our baby was there and I remember being happy I remember being happy. I remember being happy.being pregnant is about possibility and there are two of youand anything can happen.
being sad is about absence of possibility. you have no options the doors close.I remember Taiwan. and teaching English jobs and my mother with her backpack coming to visit.and years later finding out that her lovergave her that backpack. I remember she was awfully strange wanting us to take pictures of her on high mountains with snow covered caps wearing the backpack she thought it was so funny that we were so poor that we shared two coffees between the three of us she would tell this story later to her friends
The United Kingdom is an island I told you that if I was going to live on an island I wanted to see the waterwe live here with a view of Wales and the freighters come and go and the neighbours keep us awake. and I long to go to sea again but that is what life on an island is possibility

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