She is looking for where she is.
\nPicking things up.
\nMaking lists.
\nPutting order where chaos is.
\nI sit in a chair,
\nmuch as a bird on a perch.
\nI look up and down.
\nI am in my center.
\nIt would take forever
\nto fly to the edge of the world.
\nI want to be close to her.<\/p>\n
I want to live in a clean house.
\nI want someone to talk to,
\nand someone to greet me on return.
\nI want an address that receives mail.
\nI want truths
\nwhether true or not,
\nand finding,
\nonce upon a time,
\nthe beautiful, that causes me
\nto be alive,
\nand cross the endless sea
\nto the other side
\nof love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She is looking for where she is. Picking things up. Making lists. Putting order where chaos is. I sit in a chair, much as a…<\/p>\n