55. The Unfolding
June 9, 1995
Like a vision of a rose – –
petal by petal a moving form:
bud to full flower, my life,
right now, unfolds into a clarity
seemingly still – – my happiness
tempered – – this too shall change.
38. Outside
June 10, 1995
Again, I lock myself in.
Who is on the outside? Like a
turtle tucked tight in her shell,
I worry myself with the wind.
If I want to find someone,
I must go out and look.
(1994-1995, from My Book of Changes)
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