I smell like the bar and soon I’ll be asleep. An evening spent slinging beers and listening to music, high-fiving guest appearances by friends and daydreaming like a champion. There are new poems to finish and practice and holes in the toes of both Sauconys, but they are still rock-able, still doing their job. I’m on the edge of something and edges are edges and scary because that’s what they are–the tail end/the very beginning of two different things, and I am the constant transitioning from one, to two. I’m not sure what will happen next, and if I did know, there wouldn’t be a thing to do different. There are always the brief thoughts of I should be this I should be that but really, we are only ourselves and that’s all we’ll ever need. Whether we are convinced of this, or not, it is true. And so it goes, as Vonnegut said. You can cower in the light, but what falls on you? Is still light. Why not stretch as far as limbs can go, be warm and absorb, shine back like madness. Create, love, be a little ridiculous, or a lot. Whatever it takes.

So come on whatever is next. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.

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