Bending, shaping, life is changing. Even sunrise is making the world look as if it's an alien place. I dance with direction. A wind steals my attention and tries to turn me another way.
Sorry, can't go.
It used to be . . . when we played Follow the Leader, I would let the other kids decide which way to go. Pick any destination I could get there. It wasn't the location. It was the way there. Great friends and great ideas were down every path, up every road. It was showing folks their way home.
I kind of missed them when it was over.
Now other kids who got where they were going on their own and have found they're a little bit lost, anyway. They want to play Follow the Leader like the olden days.
Except now, the sky in my future is on fire. This time we're going to have go where I decide.
And that wind is just gonna to have to blow.
--me strauss Letting me be