I did my job,

I held up my end of the bargain, and I held on tightly to the other end of the rope.

I weathered the moon and the stars and tides, and it was furiously beautiful.

Something can be said for weathering the weather,

keep that in mind,

Quicksand isn’t as dangerous as the movies make it seem,

keep that in mind,

but I would still step over it.

I will always step over it.

I will however stop to pick up fallen bird nests and I will not devour any unbroken eggs like some carnivore I will call them on my own and one day I will release them to the sky and I will cry and twirl your hair to console myself when they do  fly away because they are gone well past the sunset.

I will continue to  write run-on sentences and I  will watch them disappear with the birds I rescued and subsequently released,

                              just have your nets ready, please.

I broke my back, and ran my fingers through my hair, and what do I have to show for it?

besides my insides spilling out like in a horror movie and  a haircut that doesn’t even look that much different then it did before?

A net with a bird shaped hole in it?

Some thoughts with holes in them, too?

You should have just gone fishing…

that’s what this is all about,  a haircut and some misspelled words, and so many questions….

Am I talking to loud?

Is this easier to read in italics?

                                                 How long can I stare at this screen before I go blind?

I still have so many questions about

the similarities between octopi and cacti…

aside from the syllables, the domain, the vertebrae or lack-there-of, and the fact that one coexists with coyotes,

I will howl with them,

               I am one of them.

                                                                               I can howl with the best of them,

leave me  out with the blowing wind and laundry that didn’t dry all the way, let me gnash my teeth and growl at nothing.

Light me on fire, I will burn for everyone, for those in my ears and for those who are already asleep,

I will burn for you, too,

I will wake up early for you, too

I will run over the hills for you, too.

My hands hurt from holding this rope so tightly, so  please,

                                                I would like to let go now

Let me go, and I will fall like an angel,

                          there will be no belly flops or swan dives,

                                   we are not even sure this is the deep end…

Put away your nets and your outstretched arms and the trampolines, too.

Send in the clowns, we could all use a laugh.

                         I will fall,

       like an angel I, promise,

                                                                    like a coyote, I promise.