Two Poems from My Book Of Changes



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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