Somewhere in this City sits a Woman with a Man,
Thinking thoughts about the World,
Only a single Woman can.
Opinions were like kittens, I was giving them away.
These dreams dropped into real-time and took root;
So taken, as they were, with unreality turning tricks to see the morning come.
Here I am, a plaintiff in a sea of stories treading water to stay afloat:
Finding current in a song,
Strong and Ready,
Steady as I cook a fix;
Sturdy with conviction as I learn to WRITE in FLIGHT.